football seasons food for new thoughts
my team takes shots
at winning games
and lighting flames
where fans in the stands now cheer on
with passion spawn
their player's fight
forking with might
with passes and runs up the gut
kicking their ****
with hope, foes fate
lays corpse on plate
Logan Robertson
9/04/2018
Minute poem. My cousins in Hawaii are happy with how their team is playing.
There is definitely a spring in the air, where this fall Hawaii's sparse plate of the past might be filled. At 2-0 the luau rocks are in the oven. The plumerias being gathered. The pig and fish on hold.
