~ mattie’s gutter ~
emerging from a pipe from somewhere,
we never asked of the spoiler where
this white water came from, milking
over the long rotting hanging bits
and over the silted concrete flume,
flowing in five fingered fountains;
ask not what pathogens we licked
or were licking at our rude health
running through those childhood days
of feral exhilaration at every indignation
that raised the hackles of childhood,
that when inkled, would be snuffed out
under the next shower of time to go
on, for the next adventure awaits,
init boys?
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