Standing still

floating above

watching the escaping eyes dance side to side.

Rhythm flares forward

bring life forward

Cut fresh lines

pay the final fine

be the dying shine.

Selfless acts

moving the world forward

spinning on a coin.

Two steps back

one step to the side

do the cha-cha.

Dancing in the night

coin spinning

the world will move

without you.

Green and blue knights

escort the rainbow

from the river to the gold.

The coin will spin

and the world will move.

Speed devil races

through open water

fearless.

Yarn flying 

past the century mark

to fine leather.

Swiftness granted

in the wood of Dee.

I’ve never hit a

ball so far before,

he was watching.

The Marlin swims forever.

R.I.P 

Jose Fernandez #16

Flashing grey and white

blinking for the eyes.

March side to side

summon the ships

to carry us away.

Glass hearts

fill the earth

waiting.

Waiting

for the heat

to make sand.

Bright and perfect

making a phenomenon

absolute.

From Lilac to Aqua to Olive

the attire was never

to be bested.

Court-side will

never be the same again

without your ridiculous questions.

R.I.P Craig Sager

 

Steel sleep

forest dreams

wild eyes of the night.

Teeth rally

it’s closer

smell of freedom

it’s here.

Sun breaks the dream

blazing heat of acceptance

to wild eyes of the day.

 

 

Stray beams surprise

night walkers

valuing steppers.

Red and blue

slice paths and standing bricks.

Trampling through broken

wood and inhabited bodies.

Cold steel

a single dime

occupy the mind

for the evening.

The bell rings

a jaw breaks.

Backyard has open

exhibits to Slice’s victims

Name shows in lights

a jaw breaks.

President of the backyard.

Lights dim

a jaw is spared.

R.I.P

Kimbo Slice

Sun Rises

the ball falls

the game begins.

Ashfault rubs the cheek

igniting the flame

matches to the furnace.

Laces are strapped

the lights are on

the game never ends.

Sharp corners rounding the walls

pierce fields of united falls.

Move through the fields

blood fills the earth

erecting new fruits of life.

Forcing left moving right

mud fills the corpse

crows flee in terror.

Crops are full and weather is bleak

harvest comes in the Winter.