Skatebored

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son spreads knee blood into sandbar &/or
sidewalk chalk.
mixes reds to pinks with head cracking asphalt.
of god & country.
of soggy bread in a lunch-bag; snackpack readied.
he skates.

the concussed thrust of booming youth.

omega he:
to the wolf pack outers.
breathing love of summer, he is
the son drunk on hi-c
& burping.
watching teenaged supersoakers yodel
on a bridge.
florida.

son sneaks out late to rationalize
the city's features
under strange light & love of nightly people.
boy sculpts body out of beast,
out of dark corners.
arrives swollen.

so father erects a roofed flattop in the backyard
with flood lights & electronics;
to shred.
mother rattles the blender,
on the kitchen outskirts, vodka breathed
& nearing with hugs.

blister-itched.
glossed folds of scar tissue.
the neighborhood pulsates.
their satellite dishes tunefork high-frequency vibrations
from outerspace & sea-pigeons explode,
flying too close.

son's ears bleed, &
the television goes unwatched.
he snaps plank & ankle protein, refurbishing
his legs into iron-rods
or wands of summer anthem.
cold war.

he empties sugared sweat & toxins
into the storm-drain.
essence of wet heat, skin pinched, & friend
of ghosts.
a three legged dog lay in the shade
leisurely watching the boy skate
endless.

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