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A Sporting Chance
I stare up indiscreetly,
Precisely as he desires.
The linebacker with his micro-mini babe
Beckons me onto his stage.
With little else on the menu today
I accept the non-speaking role.
His cheek does not escape me.
All-American hump, bald by choice,
Yet still without handicap.
In mockery of my own scalp,
Testosterone-burned dog piss patch
Browning on a weedy, autumn lawn
Arm-in-arm, they check the specials.
His hand lowers to the brink
Of public scandal, then just beyond
The same chubby mitt that intercepted
Cal state’s desperate pass last season
On pigskin or poontang, it performs the same
I give them names…
‘Biff and Christine’ has a nice ring
I give them homes…
Somewhere south of the border
They give me time…
To consider their next play
[Aug 21, 2007]
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison