Friday, January 01, 2010
Maybe The Fuzzy Green Balls Are Monsters
Caravaggio, legend plays,
killed a man at a tennis game.
Renaissance balls weren’t the same
as ours but maybe in those days
the whole civilization craze
wasn’t art and science. The blame
might fall on tennis balls. Man’s shame
is balls play us in monstrous ways.
Five hundred years ago did balls
become sentient and hypnotize
us with their back-and-forth bouncing?
Our art, crime, wars, skyscrapers, malls—
Are we in play and balls, all wise,
feed us play-by-play announcing?
* * *
On the other side of the world
the tennis season has started.
Look! Maria Sharapova
has another banana! Cool!