Failed Experiment n+1

This poem is pret­ty bad, but my half hour is up. Oh well.

This woman,
she hun­kers on the stoop
smok­ing cig­a­rettes, then
lur
ches
up
right,
stretch­es and chucks
the butts into a
pud­dle. They stink
like ?.
Step
ping
down she
clos­es dis­tance
until rusty
chain-link
grips her fin­gers.

Across the street
a boy is learn­ing
how to bounce a red
ball. Bing!
This woman watch­es
for fif­teen min­utes.
Bing!
Bing!

Thump.
Bing!

For fift
een min­utes,
this woman watch­es
until the guard
comes Bing!
and she goes back
to three walls
and b
[ing!]
ars
and b
[ing!]
edtime
at n
[b
in
g!]
e.