my little basquiat

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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