Tagged: football

moving across time

moving across time
zones or daylight saving, i
fumble the hour,

hands not quite comfortable
with the shape of it, heart scraped

i’m really no good

i’m really no good
at arguments – unless
you want to see a
fourth quarter fumble
at the five-yard line,
better change lanes

imagination is

imagination is
often built on
the castoffs we
scout for on
the streets –
one or two kicks
away from full-
fledged street
football, three
to four sign
posts into a
race –
but even the best
of us will
rust, like the scrap
metal we collect
just because
someone imagined
it was once shiny


at times like these, we

at times like these, we
know that there are
ticker tape and streamers,
noisemakers and
hullabaloo amassing
, ready
to be distributed,
tested – an exercise
in gravity
and the pull of
childhood heroes


you are back from a fourth
combat tour in Baghdad

i don’t know why
they call it a tour, you said

it’s feeling more and more
like football –
only with guns


(for richard brautigan, two days after your birthday)

the year i turned eight, they
discovered your body’s month-old
decay building alliances in the living
room. for forty-nine years, you were
fighting against known spirits
equipped with only expectations
and no other
armaments against the everyday
battles. when they finally found you –
you had at last armed yourself by becoming
one with the gun
and you left a stain
wet enough
to dry out all the troutfishing
waters of America

(for v)

he tries to explain to me the difference
between offensive blocking
and defensive tackling. somewhere
between grabbing and restraining,
there were one too many pairs of
hands involved. he shows me
the difference between a kick and
a punt – i lost total control of the grasp
of a fourth down. he finally stops
when i ask him how does one
throw, with any love of
direction, an oval shaped ball