Kid again

I want to scuff my knees

And climb up trees.

I want to eat cherry lips

And sherbet pips

From a white paper bag

Tied on a piece of string

From the end of thing

That has the black jacks

Fruit salads

and flying saucers in.

I want to watch TV

When there was only three

Channels.

I want to spend hours

Watching silverfish scuttle

On the hearth.

I want to be Chief Brody

Chasing Jaws in the bath.

I want to read Scoop

And struggle to tie the loop

And the knot in my laces.

I want Christmas

To be a wait forever

And when it comes

It goes

 like it never happened.

I want to not have the words

When I’m trying to describe

The thing that I’ve never felt

Or seen or heard.

I want to be innocent

I want to be ever so naughty

I want to be a kid

I don’t really want to be forty.