Black Poetry : 6 Minute Football

Harry Hyman

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Oct 31, 2003
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6 minute Football

The night was a bucket of blackness splashed on a canvas of stars
Homebound in my green Chevy pickup on a backroad emptied of cars
I could see my houselight in the distance like a flashing,flickering,flame
I gunned the engine, raced up the road for tonight's great Football game

Upon stopping, I looked in my mirror and saw some reflections of light
Coming up the road it was only my buddies with pretzels and chips for the night
We watched the game, talked and ate, laughing in our work-day duds
With the keg on the table and the chips in the dip, we sucked down masses of suds

The game was intense and rugged on a field of green, you see
I wished and wanted to play there when something tugged me three
Bill's eyes went wild, Frank threw up chips, Sam spewed beer suds on me
I began dissolving, melting, merging into the game's TV

Before I knew it with ball in hand, I was running for the touchdown goal
Monstrous brutes, frothing at the mouth, ran behind to stop me cold
They were gaining, almost upon me, that's when my Fear kicked in
I could hear my best buddies yelling and shouting for me to win

I was lifted in the air and slammed to the ground
with a crunch and a crash not kind
with my wind knocked out and waves of hurt
from the weight of the brutes on my spine

But the cheers went out with a Victory roar
and I opened my eyes to find
6 minutes of Pro Football I'll cherish,
'cause the ball was over the line.

HH
 

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