Lacrosse, 4th Quarter

I dream of rigged lacrosse matches

won in 4th quarter


of chess games won with en passant

(what exactly is that?)

horses falling at the first hurdle


indignation of defeat.

I dream of Martian landscapes

through sand-dunes of heartache

because as a child

at McDonalds

I was never allowed a milk shake,

while in my waking hours I have

absolved a multitude of sins for

lapsed nuns,

ringmasters and


I have filmed riots,



I have seen things

pickled in jars

holding open heavy doors.

I have tried,

like an idiot

to commit all this to



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