Child's Play

Child's Play

I sit on the kitchen floor,
Legs sprawled up and out,
Driving a small car
Upon the floor with two hands.
The tile is a monstrous highway;
It's territory stretching over
the entire expanse of the earth.


This car goes "vroom-vroom"
And drives under giant legs
Like bridges wrapped in denim
That flinch when touched.
This car can drive from a cliff
And float
Gently down
In slow motion.