Popular Poems About Sports

I remember it was some time in the fall  
In fourth grade  
Fernando came to our school  
I drew a cool poster of him in a pitching windup  
There were hundreds of us out in the recess yard  
He walked around and shook our hands  
He was so young  
That was 1984  
 
Now he’s gone  
But on game 1  
The team put number 34  
Right behind the pitcher’s mound  
 
And when Freddie hit that Grand Slam  
It took me back to Gibson’s 9th inning blast  
I was fourteen all over again  
Jumping and...

1.
::this vicious thus ::


yes sir, second jabbed.
but, where are the jobs...

hmm.  the real parasites
are.....    _________,,  you know.




2.
:: viral expressionism vs writer's block ::


love this feverish temper
i burn fluently high now...  

than the wordless asphyxia
of a marooning heart.. by

the summing up chronic toxins
of a pretty veiled world's smiling
assassin acts-  a slow python kill

     more a sleeper cell terrorism ...