NaPM April 2 2014

[ellajam]

I'm a bit slow, and most of my attempts end up rather silly, but it feels good to be writing again!

Spit

Not until my very late teens
did I manage to reach the other side of the road.
(I'd fireball-flick a shining gob from the fingers
to get it past my feet, though this got you banned
from tournaments). But I did know some heavy spitters
in my day. Johnny next door could blast
any bird off any roof you would point at.
And mighty Kevin, with a single load,
could easily soak a medium-sized retriever;
he's a banker now, and has thirteen kids.

Boys

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We All Fall Down

Ring around the rosie,
people full of sores,
I count five dead,
can you count more?
Ashes, ashes
falling, falling down,
Ashes, ashes
we’re all underground!

I know! they still teach it in pre-school, I saw a two-year-old do it the other day, creepy.

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Tree tag

She jumps from base to base
never leaving time for me.
I circle, on the lookout
for that perfect moment
to sweep in and claim
her for my own.

She wraps her arms around
their stolid frames,
looks back at me triumphant:
she won't be mine this time.

I love how this moment translates so well into adult life.