Yard-Lined Goal
Tue, 18 Dec 2007 at 07:43am
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Extended nostrils consume the city scents,
alighted eyes scan the depths of your beard-chin
soaking in the mixed emotion ale that spilled
in the failed gulp technique your brother showed you
that seventeenth birthday candle cake
Mid-fall in humid heat
sweeping you off tired feet
the covers closed closely clothing cleats
the untied sports shoe swinging
pulled to reveal stocking nylon
coordinating skin-tone and concealing leg hair
matted down as if pen-scrawled.
The lipstick kept in left pocket now made sense
mood kept up solely for kicks
No professional soccer star can ever beat
you, hidden transvestite with swift painted-toe feet.
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