kay two seven, other stuff

pull me over.
park my truck. 
kick me in the dick. 

remember that time
you fell off my skateboard
in Tompkin's Square Park?

because I have been
burning memories lately
in forever fires
called giving up
for good or ill. 

I just need something
for which to move on,
drive away, cycle,
say adios to the devil
and kick the shovel
which kicks the dirt.