The miracle

 a cowpunch 

     at the blast of Black Cat firecrackers 

in the street

with a burnt thumb to

 show for it

The fog rolls overhead

  

 My dreams

 In a practice 

   mode with a pitchback

In a guinea pig backyard

 A half block from the school

I cried 

because I didn't want to go to school

Mom said I was our least interested student

And would, given a chance,

spend every day at home

But I got used to coming home

for lunch to hot fried egg sandwiches 

  

 

 I need water

Ice cold water

To drown myself

To feel the numbing cold

To feel the bubbling lack of air

To escape this stupid useless bullshit

Or maybe just a glass

Of ice cold h2O

To snap me out of it

 Time strays 

   a lampoon 

of days ( 

  Splayed

   with further notices 

bodices

   And Beehive 

eyes

   In the mmm

woods

  dirty socks 

  With those little pointy things

)what are they called?(

Stuck to your socks and 

    sneakers

Anyhoo Farley Mowat

  (Our short legged dog)

used to get them in 

 his dick 

Poor Farley!