a red orange horizon sunball
torches the cirrus clouds
in norway golf is played 24 hours a day from may til august
i read it in the ny times and saw pictures
labeled “teeing off at 3 am”

reminds me that i watched my dad
play softball at midnight
in the land of the midnight sun, sunny alaska
just past midnight the sun dip-punched the horizon
and my whole being was saying…..dusk
a few minutes later the sun began climbing
some superbig super-slow motion superball

midnight dawn, dad clobbers a supersoftball
one side spinning gold, the other chilly still purple

confusing to a confused boy of 13
still confused about
certain strong feelings surging through
his adolescent bloodstream
still outstreaking comprehension
still driven wild by kathy mozena
her scent her unforgettable scent

in norway golf is played 24 hours a day
i square up to the superhardball
dimpled ball in a stony dimpled northern land
my thought-swing happy, thought-free
at 3 A.M. I connect, a crisp icy thwack

sharp sound wave penetrates cool north air
sound wave floats across the pole
sound wave settles on a certain overgrown ball field
just across the top of the world

reverse-o-lution

• spinning
• the
• beginning
• never
• explodes
• like
• spelling-bees
• and
• beer
• hot motorcycles
• with hot vibrating women
• dogs barking naked
• like you
• barking at hot
• city lights
• two words
• keep vibrating
• centrioles in anaphase
• mitotic tension
• bristling
• just two words
• waiting to fill oceans

this poem is like open source software
it’s open to public debate, public improvement
subject to change

it started with the strictest of rules
you could write only one word
then later you could write two words

now it has no rules

that’s the whole idea

everything else
from zygotes to corporations
grows in the opposite direction
they have to I know but

they should try this
reverse-o-lution

maybe it is a little easier
maybe it’s a little more fun