Game Day

Being awake for the sunrise,

that is the good plan

for writing poems

and listening to engines

birds

and bus stop silence.

Now, I'm going to smoke

out back on my roof porch

from this attic

apartment

in this desert land of big-titted blondes

and listen to

stadium fans

rage like lapping ocean

at every first down and field goal

because their boys are going to make it

going to bring some pride

and show 'em what we got

here in this town of

truck nuts and tobacco spit.

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This one is written with love for the America that I have always known existed and only lived too close to the coast to find out about until now.

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