it’s really really embarrassing.

for those who weren’t there, or hadn’t remembered, let me remind you: I used to take sportS VERY SERIUOSLY

one year, probably my most fanatic about ALL sports, coincided with me taking a poetry class at the community college. and there are. some gEMS:

I want the grasses to bow their verdant heads,
Prostrate themselves before they are freed of their roots,
Flung into piles of erupting green flame.

I want the sea of concrete to still its waves,
Tranquility ruling empty lots,
The only movement that of spying birds.

I want golden horses to graze the barren fields,
Want them to eat greedily of dry earth
And leave coded hoofprints in their wake.

this goes on for TWELVE

STANZAS