Richard
Dillon
BIG TIME SHOT
No poet here other than Dillon ever strode in the midst of beer party
out on Cape Ann at midnight midsummer
Picked up basketball ala Terence Stamp in Toby Dammit
And with back to basketball hoop nailed to elm
Out beyond the farthest realms of Horse
Amid mayhem and hooting, back of car the puking nympho
I versed the sunshot in radiant arc
As the one we call Bopper
Two hundred fifty pounds baseball hat swivelled wrong
Arms lifting out UP flung
I salute you above the silent crowds the years
"You Did IT, DAD, Voosh! Drilled it! DAD, IT's Never YES! BEEN DONE!"
No poet here other than Dillon ever strode in the midst of beer party
out on Cape Ann at midnight midsummer
Picked up basketball ala Terence Stamp in Toby Dammit
And with back to basketball hoop nailed to elm
Out beyond the farthest realms of Horse
Amid mayhem and hooting, back of car the puking nympho
I versed the sunshot in radiant arc
As the one we call Bopper
Two hundred fifty pounds baseball hat swivelled wrong
Arms lifting out UP flung
I salute you above the silent crowds the years
"You Did IT, DAD, Voosh! Drilled it! DAD, IT's Never YES! BEEN DONE!"
