CHI 84 PHX 91Action figures--
With matchstick legs And firecracker fingers. Real Life Paper dolls-- Disposable. Replaceable. Built to break.
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CHI 84 TOR 80 The Bulls
Like to sign Coaches’ sons. Kirk, Dunny, And now Doug. Scrappy. Hard workers. Who play the game The way they are Supposed to play it. Skill and discipline Over athleticism. Prototypical white boys (I can say that because I’m a white boy). Reminds me of those friends of mine (all dancing with forty) Who date young girls. Daddy issues. So many of us Have grown up Feeling inadequate Is the eyes of our fathers. We chase the approval of men Like junkies chase That first high. That unconditional love. But daddy-- Perfect despite everything-- Remains just out of reach. Breeds a certain type of person. A certain type of girlfriend. And a certain type of white boy. CHI 91 CLE 73There is something so
Las Vegas About this summer league. Something sad And plastic. Dreams flickering In and out Like dying candles. Those are not the pyramids And that is not the Eiffel Tower. A funhouse look-alike. A murky snow globe. A show. An illusion Grasped tight By desperate fingers. Slippery fingers That understand Letting go. Last chances. Foxhole prayers Barely audible Over the rattling Of ice And pennies And the rim. CHI 86 BKN 87Every now and then
A team will pay a player Big money to Just Go Away. Go play somewhere else, Or something. Some people are just That big A pain in the ass. CHI 66 TOR 81It’s crazy to me
That Bairstow and Longley are friends. What are the chances? Now, I’ve never been to Australia, But I imagine it bigger than that. It is a CONTINENT After all-- Not a neighborhood. Are all the tallest people In this country Forced, By some all-powerful basketball zealot (Basketball Dundee), Into skill camps Behind locked gymnasium doors-- Waiting for Rodman’s visit? Olympic village Now a prison workshop That makes baskets. Or maybe Luc is Like Hakeem or Luol? Culture hero-- Mate to the entire nation. The builder of hospitals And ambassador to the world. The earnest voice that Delivers the fireside chat. And wishes the rest of us G’day. CHI 84 MIN 71I don't play with a chip on my shoulder; I play with a log. --Bobby Portis Before each game,
Bobby Portis Imagines his opponents Slapping his mother. Substituting their faces Into his memories And harnessing the anger. Focussing the hate. Using it. Emotional engineering. Alternative energy. Make no mistake: This is a super power. The ability to transform Suffering and pain And demons and memories Into a source of strength-- Into fuel. It could change the Entire World. I used to think that
Time didn’t really exist-- That we made it up. I was younger then. Some would say I am still young-- But those grow fewer Every year. Change marks time Like the rings of a tree. Wind and water and time Carve canyons into earth And wrinkles into youth. Occasionally We see the eras changing-- The plates shifting. And we have our private earthquakes. Earn our own canyons And wrinkles. Proving the existence of time To our younger selves |
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