Yusef Komunyakaa
Fast breaks. Lay ups. With Mercury's
Insignia on our sneakers,
We outmaneuvered to footwork
Of bad angels. Nothing but a hot
Swish of strings like silk
Ten feet out. In the roundhouse
Labyrinth our bodies
Created, we could almost
Last forever, poised in midair
Like storybook sea monsters.
A high note hung there
A long second. Off
The rim. We'd corkscrew
Up & dunk balls that exploded
The skullcap of hope & good
Intention. Lanky, all hands
& feet...sprung rhythm.
We were metaphysical when girls
Cheered on the sidelines.
Tangled up in a falling,
Muscles were a bright motor
Double-flashing to the metal hoop
Nailed to our oak.
When Sonny Boy's mama died
He played nonstop all day, so hard
Our backboard splintered.
Glistening with sweat,
We rolled the ball off
Our fingertips. Trouble
Was there slapping a blackjack
Against an open palm.
Dribble, drive to the inside,
& glide like a sparrow hawk.
Lay ups. Fast breaks.
We had moves we didn't know
We had. Our bodies spun
On swivels of bone & faith,
Through a lyric slipknot
Of joy, & we knew we were
Beautiful & dangerous.
Okay, that was terrible. I don't any negative feeling about basketball, but the entire poem was a huge mess. It drags on for way too long, and there is no structure. It's basically a way of saying: We're winning the game, we're still winning the game, we're still winning the game, we won the game. Instead, the author uses words no one understands and the way he uses them doesn't clarify the words, it makes the poem more confusing. It also isn't a story and make no sense, and there is no theme or anything a poem should have. Couldn't he have just watched a movie instead of writing the poem?
I don't give poem ratings, because nothing would get an A, but i'll make an exception for this piece of sh*t. Poem Rating: F---
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