Childhood Picture Book

by davidchrzanowski

bailing over chipped tarmac
divorcing skin from bone

thoughts accelerate with every turn
of that battered childhood picture book

a desperation to hit the ‘delete’ key repeatedly

vinegar rushed my nostrils
focus on the man in the mustard jumper
car bonnet not matching body paint

all in trepidation

the action was a has been
not a yet-to-be