Basketball

in my defence
i never played
so hot for varsity
but ill score again
that untouched net
the source of dread
i wanted my own hole
to crawl through
still do
basketball in a vacant lot
the suprising scent
of a gland contracting
up against the playground fence
with so much guilt i couldn’t protest
you too
one finger on the ball
suspended round you go spinning slow
you go slow
there is another point
for the pointless team im cheering on
with pom poms and batons
why are you sweating your game
another holy spasm with radioactive conjurings
their fearful lord who waxed my brow and licked up all my salt
girls hit the showers now
and if you wanna drown breathe slow
breathe not at all
there is another point
for the pointless team im cheering on
with pom poms and batons