LvcYfvr Dalton
W.A.S.T.E.
It was a muted post-horn
(read 'bugle') off the black lips
of an old bull that would steer
me beyond a camp of mute kids
a camp of mute kids
playing hopscotch
by chalk
triangle
trapezoid
circle
all routing the same blue line
the same blue line
tagged 'cross a Bushwick sidewalk square
where, in fact, I felt the plastic action figure
having (twice) almost cut off the same pointer finger
in a game for which the less that is said the better
