Sport 19: Lightworks
setting the tree on fire
setting the tree on fire
a small matter to bring
such huge appliances
screaming in a profusion
of red and black and silver
a matter of plucking the
flame-red apricots of the
future from a sky suddenly
black with smoke and
filled with red sparks
Willy was a bastard
he gave vicious horsebites
he gave Chinese burns
he moved from his hips
but he lost it when he slipped
on the asphalt grazed his knee
and burst into tears
fifteen years
and his running snot was
as white as humiliation
as white as the cocksfoot
grass that covered the hill
so he tried to get it back
with Capstan Cigarettes
and Beehive Safety Matches
whitewood with brown
heads the yellow apricot
blossom dreaming above
and he lay back in the dry
white grass of the orchard