Kevin Bartnof–
Collected Poems
Golf Balls with Jay
I want to hit golf balls with Jay
there seems to be no other way
the time drinks on by
I've finally arrived
there's nothing more I can say
I have to hit golf balls with Jay
the tequila bites like
dreams at night
it punishes me for the day
I know all the secrets
they are no use
the negro streets I can't claim
I have to hit golf balls with Jay
there seems to be no other way
but to murder those golf balls
destroy all those golf balls
bite them and chew them
then swallow those golf balls
I've got to hit golf balls with Jay