volcanoland is
kids running away with a bandana on a stick
mice peeking through blinds
weird library movies from a childhood of deprivation
leggings and tights hand me downs from big girls
strange wood paneling, sounds absorbed by carpet and amber light
and screaming at your parents
and being alone
and making your friends your family
remembering childhood
the colors, the rules, the other kids
re- interpreting everything you have ever wanted
and having it
another summer in the sun
another bart simpson skateboard
spinning creeping spastic dancing like you have lost your marbles
when you're so lonesome you could howl like a wolf in the dark
not sure if anyone will rescue you
but chanting to the freak in the sky in the hopes that they will
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