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.