Kid.

Far away
i lived

With two blossoms for peace.

Running in joy;blowing bubbles,
growing coy.

Pranced the afternoons with Olga Polga,
Floated with the noise.

Sense made no sense.

And I raced on the snails,played with the words.
Sprinkled water on him and turned him into Rain.

I stared.
He stared.
Everyone stared.
The world Stared.
Dirty stairways stared.
the Skin stared.