Free verse № 116068
The Playground
Ghosts in the paddling pool
Cursing where once I played
Peeling away my childhood
Like flecks of paint
From the moaning carousel.
Their anger in hock and foam
Bleeds through names on glistening chrome
âColin is a queerâ
âJane is a slagâ
âDeath to all Pakisâ
(next to the union jack)
written by parents through their childrenâs hand
To show them the way to the promised land.
I leave the playground
Which left me years ago
Replaced by ghosts and no-one I know
Who haunt the tenement knoll
Buying dreams from gold toothed genies
they sell out childhood
for a gram of dream is
a small price to pay at the shopping mall.
2 comments
How do you get onto poemranker? Over the past five days, I have tried five computers, mac's and PC's, dial-up, DSL, and cable modem, all with no connection to poemranker, or as today only after waiting an hour just to get logged in.
The problem is at kaolin's end, and I have emailed him twice, with no answer. I suppose that if he flakes out, dies, or loses the server for some reason, then poemranker and everything on it dies.
I wish I had copied more of what seemed important here before the thing died. Now its too late unless by some slim chance it comes back up.
Sorry to bleed all over your poem, but it's the only page that came up.
I will miss some of you, and think about some you in other ways,
Bye,
Dovina
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