Night time
Sometimes at night at the light of my desk
I succumb to a soliloquy of stalking stars
The land of late stayers and ne'er do wells
Talking to themselves the tales told of times long sold
Wondering and tapering the images taken
the dreams slowly faded before their chance in gold
Sifting from their weight in ragweed and silver bells
the children of the night carry their brazen fortune
Only to be told to go back and try again
Awakened by glimmers of shining dust floating
Heavenly and peaceful; to stay in that mind
for only one more day
Convention: A cold word to look at.
Sports
I play soccer
Soccer balls!
I kick the ball
into the goal
They jump and cheer
and smear the queer
O fate! A way
to look at it
Kick the balls
into my hole
And say it with me loud!
ASSOCIATION FOOTBALL!
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