I feel lame posting another poem, but I just returned from the library and a friends house, it's late, and this is all I have to post.
Heber City is known for cowboy poetry. Well...what about Jock Poetry? This is the first of possibly more to come:
Jock Poetry
Love Ode From A Power Forward
-dave heywood
They say love is like roses and
Daisies and the smell of rain
On a spring day in El Paso Texas
But it’s not.
My love is boxing out with a forearm check
Moses Malone hits the deck
I escape without a tech,
Just a flagrant foul, but what the heck
That’s no sweat off of my thick neck
Baby—my loves like that
I want to see
You and me
Three in the key
Forever
I hope you realize
My heart is the size
Of Barkleys’ thighs
When I gaze in your eyes
And say,
“Babay,
I love you.”
But you never cared for me
Baby
I took a shot, 15 footer, wide open, soft and delicate, gave it my all
But you stuffed me a la Thanksgiving Turkey; “get that weak stuff outta here” you said,
Nicely,
in that fake way, like a mascot on stilts, ready to fall—
But don’t worry, Baby. The world still turns round.
And I
Am on
The rebound.
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5 comments:
hang in there dave. that's all i got to say.
hilariously funny and yet, so deep. Wow, how did we come from the same parents? And be thankful because I was about to put your guitar on craigslist yesterday.
Amy, this has nothing to do with my experiences--really. I just thought of "rebound" when I was thinking of power forwards, so I added it to the end of the poem. It originally had a different ending. Just to clarify...
Dave, I know you put poetry on your blog just to get me thinking and keep away from the alheimers. So keep up with the poetry!!
whooo, okay cuz i was worried a little there! hahah
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