my little basquiat

my little boy on the kitchen floor

stick men fighting stick dinosaurs

colours leaping all over the mat

the kitchen floor is where it's at

for my little basquiat

one day

he'll be golden

maybe chosen

perhaps to lead

one day

he'll be shaken

maybe taken

perhaps to bleed

my big girl swinging from the bars

fist of stone flying above the yard. halfway up is halfway down

or maybe it's the other way around

for my little comaniche

one day

she'll be moonlight

maybe too bright

perhaps

to shine

one day

she'll be found out

maybe ground down

perhaps she'll cry

my little girl on her mothers lap

sucking on her fingers

surveying the roadmap

seems to be the only one around

that sees the red lights at the end of town

one day

they'll be older

maybe bolder

perhaps

than me

one day

they'll be rising

maybe living

perhaps

in peace