Soccer Dog (and Other Haikus)

Cheering – Body

Hands banging metal,

like a chorus of drummers

beating on the stands.

 

Cheering – Breath

The voices cry out,

swelling over the field

like a rising wind.

 

Commercial Break

Despite the colors,

all I hear are white noises

saying to buy more.

 

Bad Calls

I can taste the blood

leaking from between my lips,

yet play continued.

 

Soccer Dog

My cry of despair,

followed shortly by a howl

from the seat by me.

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STRIKEOUT

Like an umpire shooting bullet holes

through a neighborly batter’s defenses,

you should strike through the draft of your paper

with the black ink of objectivity.

 

Or else you’ll be an executioner.

The ink will become your vicious black hood

and the pen will be your dripping red axe

swinging at the necks of innocent words.

 

Or worse yet, you will be back in high school,

stuttering sentences in a mirror

as you prepare to ask Suzy to prom,

just to doubt you had a shot to start with.

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