Moyecques [revision]


The super ball is a comet
rips through passive air. 

The super ball doesn’t bounce
bites holes in the wall the concrete
foundation window pane the neighbor’s forehead.

The super ball deeply drags
Chinese supersmog floods the Superdome
sparks forest fires castrates polar ice licks your molten core.

The super ball is a nuclear bunker buster 
shearing close to ears shares killer yarn about its time in the Royal Air Force
never barks shows teeth when you stick to listening or head-gone leave a shitty tip.

The super ball is grey not gray a dumb way
for a poet to describe anything of such magnitude
its lack-of-color some people cannot see or ignore or slather over 
      with all the gravity of a man crushed undone turned inside out by the truly random.

[first version]

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