high jump a copperhead
chase cows cross country
carry a dead skunk down the grassy lane
throw up at the finish
lose another race with death
to your grandmother’s house
fumble the snap
you got nothing
hum baby hum
throw your father a curve
put your dukes up
circle the room
make a free throw
the crowd goes wild
Barry Basden lives in the Texas hill country with his wife and two yellow Labs. He edits Camroc Press Review and is coauthor of CRACK! AND THUMP: WITH A COMBAT INFANTRY OFFICER IN WORLD WAR II. He is currently working on a collection of compressed pieces related to war.
Categories: Poetry, Why I'm not coming home
Tags: Barry Basden, e-zine, ezine, hyperbole, melancholy, melancholy hyperbole, poem, poet, poetry, the boy's own scrapbook, Why I'm not coming home
Melancholy Hyperbole 