Taylor Atkins Plays Ball

Modifiied sylabic. I spent a weekend with my lover in the company of geniouses watching him compete, and win.

 

As you bounce and

Bend the rules you make and kneel with

Disinterest beneath

Cellophane lights –

 

While a storm of

Projectiles from flatlands above

Us wind their way down

Empty black stairs

 

Where I kneel in

The corner and shake from your foot

Steps, like chalk drunk from

Your wet eyes