volley

[saw]

ain't really got nuthin' to say,
but that's never ever stopped me before...
when these fingers get to twitchin'
I make a play for for my pen, let
my hand go where it wants to, anywhere
on the dial from bullshit to semi-brilliance
like a category of paint at home depot,
the arrow is always bouncing back and forth
forward and back like a volleyball and its relationship
with the net....and, what is one without the other ?
Nothing........now some may wonder if the ball
is masochistic wanting to be bitch-slapped all the time
and others may say the net is always provocatively dressed
in meshed cotton, but in the end...they are a team
like starsky and hutch, "I'll fly over you again and again
if you promise to stand up for me.".....so drive those stakes,
tie those guy-wires in cleats of notched rusty steel
Serve That Ball.....like it's a naughty little boy
watch the leather orb fly over your black and blue torment,
away from the hand that stings like an unresolved childhood...
if you smack that ball hard enough it can't be returned,
and you will be forever known in your own mind as Ace

[judih]

and a game takes on a paul newman brilliance

thanks Steve

[leafsailors ghost]

And I watch in amazement
as the ball rolls off to the side line
on my side of the court
Energy in the poem
it crackles in my mind.

[saw]

thanx so much judih and l-s ghost....appreciate the comments....