Rebel rooster waking me up from my window overlooking the farm sometimes wandering into my back yard while my anxious guardians shooo get out of here back to junkyard museum that fascinated my senses. A quick get away to watch the gangsters swear and smooch all while keeping my knee highs perfectly white and skin clear as a sill potted with geraniums.
Mickey Mouse hugs me close professing undying love from a collect call not knowing my last name. A disapproving dad irks my curiosity to take to the streets and not inhale. Loud cars and city life made electric by contrast to the white hills daze and delusion.
Graduated clean and squeaky with my mouth washed out with soap and the secret of my double life kept easy in the memory of a private mind.