Basketball

In a game Where you want to see A giraffe climb or an elephant push You have the giants of the game With even bigger hearts Making the climb to where Everything is found in A basket, that one dunk Or one free throw or one hook shot Becomes a hamper And the word hamper…

Soccer

The gifted The Messis and Ronaldos In a waltz of the talus Metacarpals and phalanges. When the choreography Of feet, running rings around A ball, a few inches in diameter, To the fleet-footed music Of foot chemistry, When the world is at your toes And the love of a game makes Paupers of an island…

Cricket Dreams

A lottery would be A little scratch pad that rustles something inside And that old man with the ticket Was like a school yard kid on a piece of turf Playing cricket. And that kid too had a lottery In his palm. A little bat that would unlock a little treasure On a bare patch…

Chinaman

Sometimes Tanned skin, combed hair From wrist to elbow and ankle to pubis Even a healthy dose of testosterone Does not make you a south Asian Just a googly tradesman from the orient Under the watchful eye of throngs After all you can become a Chinaman Even if you don’t possess Oriental eyes, clean jawbones…

Cricket

The love of the game Surpasses every affinity Even the love of self When in that skull helmet and groin armory Is the preserver of making thought And making love…. In the transcendence of a sport When both the processor bearing the third eye And appreciator of soul mate through twin portals Are mere dartboards…

Brown Man On Court

I don’t have Chamberlains’s libido Black books or scores of points, even conquests I don’t have Air-Jordans on my feet Although I do wear size 48 shoes I am no Shaq, the towering giant Who dunks with a simple jump and an outstretched wrist Nor am I a Gasol brother or a nimble Nash Showing…