Barracks Playground

Running thru the fields I see daisy weeds
Lost beads and broken swings, abandoned dreams
arguments between dope feigns,
Dirty kids pickin' teams, playin' tag dancin' to sirens.

I see broken glass of long nights passed,
dead birds and cats, street dogs and trash,
hustlers mingling to protect their stash,
prostitutes strutting in my path.
Rimless back boards and ball-less courts,
graffiti on walls, empty packs of Newport's.

I see monkey bars, hot sliding boards,
kids jumping rope with old extension cords.
Bathrooms locked shut, water fountain pressure low,
faded hop-scotch lines which way to go?

I see merry-go-rounds that don't spin around,
see-saws that just go down.
Baseball cages dying of rust, night lights on half them bust.
Grass real high needs to be cut,
running thru the fields I see daises and such.

Police lockin' up the neighborhood drunk,
young boys learning how to dunk.
Girls keepin' rhythm jumping double-dutch,
pig-tails boucin' from a mothers touch.

Running in the field I hear radios blare,
with forties on the curb that cool boys share.
I see the window woman with a cold hard stare.
I see two men walking that look like a pair.
Hormonal teens playin' truth or dare,
one year olds walking with feet thats bare

Running thru the fields I see my whole life,
so I keep on running right towards THE LIGHT

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001