Published: 26 November 2024

Two Dads

one black, one white
one Father, one Dad
won’t tell you who’s who
heard Dad earlier teaching
his son to shoot hoops
Father arrived a while ago
now, they’re playing two on one
talking about how you move
the strategy of your body and theirs
how you protect the ball
then just shooting
talking about how you move how you position yourself
over your foot, to make that perfect
arc that drops through the basket
without touching the rim

More Poetry:

a pinball am I

some people drift through life
others steam ahead, forge their destiny
I’m a pinball

we are light

in the midst of our teeming squalor
our inexcusable excesses
the moments when everyone says
shut the fuck up, not right now

Let’s fight to the death

I’m seizing the moment.
Not because the Romans told me to.
Because the moment is trying to seize me.

where is superman

what does superman do when no one needs him
who is superman when he isn’t with us
where is superman when he isn’t here

Circle, unbroken

In Nantes, within a private library
there is a hand bound book, made of soft
now faded lambskin, held together with a
small leather belt. It is one of a kind.

That’s entertainment

The important thing is how will you be remembered.
You might have thought about this, or it might have been the
Ancient Greeks, it doesn’t matter, it’s what people think of you

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we are light

we are light

in the midst of our teeming squalor
our inexcusable excesses
the moments when everyone says
shut the fuck up, not right now

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