Syncopated Errands_v2

I caught some odd stares this weekend
in Vision World’s kids section.
I was craving that Spiderman-holding-
my-lenses perspective again.

Like back when my imagination had more territory
than the early colonies. Chief Pretend
used every scrap of The-Sky-
has-Fallen world’s junk to tee-pee
temporary Utopias from
our cushioned junk fortress.

There the only Fly Lord
was a smelly city nomad
whose timeshare started at first streetlight.
He paid us with empty bottles
but held no temptations for us,
we had innocent refrigerators full
of mom food at home.

We did collect his bottles,
and the bottles of every beer
drank in our neighborhood.
Our vast treasure could
could have sated our toddling desires
but someone stole those bottles.

Hoodwinked some would say
but how do you wink a hood
and why is that bad for someone?
My survival depended on answers.

None of these glasses
fit my face anymore
and I know that,
this was a secret op.

I replaced those stares with
cheap nagging wonder.
Not the awe inspiring traceable stuff,
more of that home grown “I wonder what’s wrong with that man”.