New poem: Talking Balls

Talking Balls

the land of stolen honors
 and the city of lost balls
has it all in the margins
basketballs, softballs, superballs
with super zacron energy
spent on wastrel ambition
hand balls
 for palms with self inflicted stigmata
beach balls
 that washed up among inedible green osage oranges
with skin like a gangster
and a core of organic poison
the fruit's born rotten
and plays playground leader to golf balls that sliced out of bounds
soon nesting with smashed beer bottles
late house pets
chucked weapons
a dude's stash
there are trophies forfieted to the rocks and mud
people find them and reject them with regularity
grow familiar with defaulted gear
gym bags with a history
golf tees
 used for some form of cruelty
cleats
 used to cheat at the races
 balls
 anointed with prohibited grease
I have ceased to take lost balls home
I have enough