Squeak of the playground
swing sounds like a crying baby.
City life is hard.
Squeak of the playground
swing sounds like a crying baby.
City life is hard.
Walking the edge of
the fountain, talking on the phone,
I spot my friend on a bench!
Capitol Hill park
maintenance truck full of empty
cans of PBR.
Psychedelic film
ends. We walk home through the park;
every street lamp pulses.
Wanting soccer players
to kick the ball out of bounds
so I can kick it back.