It was like that--then it wasn't
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as a little boy in the backwater
of texas
I played with the kids across the ditch
three dirt faced boys and seven girls of all ages.
we’d hunt sand lions and sneak into the
cow pond next to the county road
pretend to be soldiers or the “Man from U.N.C.L.E.”
in the hot summer days we’d join the Mexicans
in the cotton fields filling stolen pillow cases with
fresh from the bush fluffy white with seeds cotton
balls. or we’d chase and tease the cows when they
came to drink at the pond or fish crawdaddies out
of the ditch
sometimes, the boys would talk the girls
into playing doctor and enduring our probes
pinches and daring they would giggle and squeal
threaten to tell our moms
all the while flashing their panties and pretending
red cheeks
it was pretty much like that all the time
except sometimes it wasn’t
there was the grandpa an old man
shaped like the word geezer
he would yell at the boys and beat them
with a long old style bullwhip
we’d scattered like roaches
then throw rocks and clods of dirt
at the old house they lived in
he made me watch him jack off when I
was five, the girls watched too
he laughed when he blew
like some demon clown
I don’t remember after that
it scared me.
J. Masuda © 2004
of texas
I played with the kids across the ditch
three dirt faced boys and seven girls of all ages.
we’d hunt sand lions and sneak into the
cow pond next to the county road
pretend to be soldiers or the “Man from U.N.C.L.E.”
in the hot summer days we’d join the Mexicans
in the cotton fields filling stolen pillow cases with
fresh from the bush fluffy white with seeds cotton
balls. or we’d chase and tease the cows when they
came to drink at the pond or fish crawdaddies out
of the ditch
sometimes, the boys would talk the girls
into playing doctor and enduring our probes
pinches and daring they would giggle and squeal
threaten to tell our moms
all the while flashing their panties and pretending
red cheeks
it was pretty much like that all the time
except sometimes it wasn’t
there was the grandpa an old man
shaped like the word geezer
he would yell at the boys and beat them
with a long old style bullwhip
we’d scattered like roaches
then throw rocks and clods of dirt
at the old house they lived in
he made me watch him jack off when I
was five, the girls watched too
he laughed when he blew
like some demon clown
I don’t remember after that
it scared me.
J. Masuda © 2004
