Treasure Island

Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

A Walk In The Park


Laying on the grass all day
In the park with friends
Listening to the sky speak

Talking in Chinese-
In Japanese-
(Somehow I can understand
Even though I can't speak either language)

Alphabet spaghettios
In my dish
All sounding out their letters
Saying 'Y' me?

So complex-

But the sun-set
& A Marauder showed up-
He picked us up to attend to
The fights
& Hang around with the gents-

The gents found themselves going
Downtown for drinks
& we found ourselves back at the park
Where it began-

It was late, so the cops came
Shining their lights
Down trails
As we hid
In the bend behind the shrubbery

We came out from our hiding places
After they departed
& Shuffled on home

While the bugs sang in weird rudiments
& The moon pierced our young hearts
With Lunar lovin' we wouldn't forget

Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 19, 2013

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  • Ozark Mountain Homegrown (8/25/2013 9:35:00 PM)

    Ohhhh...to be a kid again..no regrets of the past..no worries of the future...just living in the now and soaking up the wonderful feeling of the carefree moments of bliss (Report) Reply

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