Bim Bam Crash

A poem with a focus on the sounds of words rather than their meanings

The bounce

of the battered basketball

reverberates off

the concrete court.

Air hissing out

its pressure hole

from the strain

of dribbling.

The metal pole shakes

from a slam dunk:

cheering spectators.

Free throws,

rebounds,

jump shots;

the backboard replies

with a bim.

Teammates running

in order to steal

possession

from their opponents.

An outstretched hand:

ball stolen

with a slap

and a bam.

Windshield shattering

with a crash

as the ball

shoots through.

There goes a few

month’s allowance:

gone as quickly as

my “friends.”