Astronauts & Firemen

In grade school I was
hung up on astronauts & firemen

digging up dinosaur bones
and writing pretend books

nobody ever asked me
what I don’t want to be

for example, a sample of society:

spanging on the corner;
circling blocks for squares

arm slung & scarred;
a pushpin graveyard

face leathered like
a gunslinger’s boots

toothless, homeless;
heartless, soulless

hands stranglehold;
prey on young & old

a child unloved
and whose bruised hands stay gloved

a deadbeat dad or an unfit mother;
a self-appointed one to judge all others

a faceless naked mime
behind a pizza-box sign

just a few things I don’t want to be;
a cautionary tale to just be me.


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