Tuff or am i just as toy box broken as all these other doll dames, wooden air planes, and Mr.Potato heads

These dreams take me back to my two story high school home
sloping hill front yard that could cradle a dying man to sleep
grappling off the tall steep pebble front steps
Fireman's carry takeover

king of registered trademarked Tuff
still the brown splinter smiles
weathered worn out pews call my name
for a sit to seep in the days tide

breaking drywall over each others heads
i wish my attention had not been drawn
a glimpse into a fine line of memories marksmanship
huge glass sheet window panes

with cloth chord pulleys
peeled up white tile with hammer claws
the mowed grass from cheap lawn mowers never smelled so sweet

patches of wild onions
marsh murky mud
shutter as a butterfly shatters a spiders web
brawling in my room crossed with a double barrel bed frame

breaking green plastic patio furniture
unfinished dining room laundry lint scent
where i've never felt the sun beam so perfect on skin before
melting arms of growing pains

we helped with painting the roses red
tack welding Elton John songs into mind
bending steel work benches cassette tapes
sleeping outside on damp morning dew trampolines  

the Lesbian girl with an obsession for I Love Lucy memorabilia
2 doors down
how many of them are already dead
and how few of us carry on

this life is a swamp that bogs me deep inside
but its beautiful at sunrise even if its one day closer to death