Friday, December 16, 2005

Balls in Flight

Hello, my fellow internet travelers! This is my first post. I hope you enjoy it and much as I had fun in writing it. Not all my poems are "fun," of course. I traverse a wide landscape of emotions and sometimes I laugh, and sometimes I cry, and sometimes I pray for others.

I hope you enjoy my poem. It may seem excruciatingly long, and few of you may have the stomach to read the whole thing, let alone understand it. Believe me, I have the same emotions! So, let your emotional intelligence believe upon itself and allow me to take you on a poetic adventure through the mind's eye.

I call this one, "Balls in Flight."

Balls in flight,
and
the tomatoe juice flows
like red
red
buttery wine.

I tingle...
do you
see
me
laugh?

My love,
come back to the fold;
it is the honorary
that you bestow
upon thee.

Some say
and
I
quote:
Your
emotions
are not as valid
as mine.

I say:
"Balls in flight."

Some say:
get out of your own way,
troubador.

I say,
"Balls...
in flight."

Bring me the tomatoe juice
and a
really
comfortable sweater.

Allow me a coffee
and
I will tell you
the world

as
I
know
it.

Speak to me
butterfly wine
that you drain like
a cityscape
all in tatters,
dusky
and
hallucinogenic.

Do you
know how
the swallow
spits?

I
say
Balls in flight.

2 Comments:

Blogger In verse said...

Very good poem. I liked the economy of the letters.
and all poems are good
for one can stop wherever they want
keep posting.

this part is very light and subtle.

Bring me the tomatoe juice
and a
really
comfortable sweater.

Allow me a coffee
and
I will tell you
the world

as
I
know
it.

December 18, 2005  
Blogger Eugene said...

Balls in Flight, I say!

December 21, 2005  

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