Basketball

i roar at the b***h red queen

as she sits amongst

the pack of cards,

“off with his head,”

she calls,

 

 

and my head comes off,

rolls down the streets of Streatham

like a purple basketball

looking for a hoop,

 

 

sometimes it bounces,

sometimes it dribbles,

sometimes it’s kicked,

sometimes they say, “he lost his head”

and walk away laughing to themselves,

never,

 

 

never does it find the hoop

 

 

 

Reviews

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. that's because a rolling stone gathers no moss ... and so it's meant to roll ... and gather no moss ... it doesn't need a hoop ... it couldn't need anything ... because it's a head full of free thoughts and the free words for free verse ...
. i think hoops are made of iambic pentameter and meant for those who write structured poetry such as sonnets ... they need structures because they need to count syllables ... and write words with one stressed syllable followed by one unstressed syllable ... they are not free to write words that have two consecutive stressed syllables ... they prefer not to be free ...
. but people like us prefer more and more freedom ... we're different ... and i love this poem because even though it's sad, it's very, very unique ... :) ...