dread lock squaw.
from my disposable.
enjoy the kiss
there's a crack in a driveway backboard
that looks distinctly like a crow.
a dark omen for your jumpshots.
...and the iceceam truck's playing a new song
the kids, confused, run inside and hide.
my skinned knees and some sidewalk chalk dust
keep the sun soaked pavement company.
as the sad white truck rolls slowly by.
no pushpops today.
just picking scabs and watching them bleed.