Alastair Larwill sent me this off-the-cuff poem the other day. Very nice of him. I must surmise that it's inspired by the jwcurry's birthday bowling evening from last week, and two words that lil' Matthew's been saying recently: Action Power! Matt, incidentally, turns four at the end of this month. Here, I believe, Alistair references my super bowling ability to hurl the ball down the lane, practically without touching the floor...oops. And I was wearing my über-cool blue Hawaiian (bowling) shirt that night. Also in the poem, there's a stanza referring to a photo I captured of the alleged bag thief à la movie Blow Up. Can you believe it? Some dude, in the cover of darkness and crazy lights of the bowling alley, has the stones to sit among us and steal a brief case. Wow.
Poetic cyclops Lobs rocks At those that Stand still With a back spin To kick them up
Flashing lights Disco music And a festive Tropical shirt Fires cannonballs
With apples French toast Cheerios And hope
Catches thethief Before the roll Is revealed Thebaglies Dormant
Each moment Caught in time Of the celebration Of the big Five-O This is no Saturday