Playing tag with the Kustard King
Chasing the evil ice cream truck
Letting it get
a block
ahead
Only to leave
it far
behind
not far but a block far cos the kids yelled
STOP
and they wanted it to
not
like when I'd yell
STOP
then duck.
Playing tag with the Kustard King
Half a block
Half a block
Half a block
onward...
engulfed in sliver end of a Block Party block
Samba music samba billed Italian cops mill stagnant hawker hawks
"Now's the Time To Play!"
Now's the Time To Pay
for the fat-ass yellow
Pokemon toy a toe ring was $2
the fun house was $2
included an all-you-can-stand dark corridor narrow but not
           too dark you saw
the bat
coming the steel-tipped Thing from a grave the skeleton
like my mime doll
but with hair and no clothes a machine gun graveman who gunned too loud a
cuckoo
clock spouting serpent I tried to break found the brake trip floored to make
it jut out
again and again and again a laugh
upon leaving
from the bandana head teen manning the door as I wasted my $2
more than I spent that time in Coney Island
a dollar
to see a body without a head
a body without a head found
a mutant fruit
continuing homeward
Waldbaum's
"the biggest apple I've ever seen"
said the cashier, ringing it up as a yam
"it's cheaper anyway"
ushering me farewell with a wave of her pudgy hand
pennies
down the block I dropped them
no I didn't but it fits this poem
down the block
a flyer for the karate class displayed in window
a man not looking fully behind him
not craning his head in an unnatural position
like you're supposed to in the side stretch yoga stance the one that cracks
your back
not one
that gives my boyfriend
a raging bone-on.