the sport of kings
alas we have been bouyed up by this commentary
definition of our treasured pastime.
the Divining tool of our electronic age
the television,spoke to me this morn .
…
albeit preoccupied
with the explanation
of what the heckle
I was doin on swaylocks
last night for hours
predjudice whining drivel
…
the damn tele popped to loife
wit di running of de
oirish darby
to the lay person
THE 141st running of the
IRISH DERBY
what were the chances?
how many million to one chance was that
now here we have another
SPORT OF KINGS
dont get me wrong I aint a race nut
I never been to da track
yet Ive heard and digested
some of the mythology for a lifetime
Kirin Fallon on Dlyan Thomas
of all things won the sucker
the horse was named
to honor an Irish poet no less
the smoile on Mr. Fallon’s face was celestial
same thing dont get me wrong
I shut the tv off after
he coasted to a stop
and before they started
flowering up the winner
wit floral garlands and such
what I had
was an example
of an alternate aspiration
for another
sport of kings
surfing as a sport?
is in its adolecence
dominated by adolecent archtypes
with shallow goals and insights
a noble activity with sucker fish
parasitical promoters
living off the life force
diverting awareness to
consumeristic delusions of granduer
validated by filthy luchre
this horse race
where the most
beautiful steed
is ridden stratagicly
to pass the field of exemplary
high bred horses
ridden by men not tall
of regulated weight
dressed in fine clothing
to the financial tune of surely millions
to a crowd of observers
imense in numbers
spread world wide
on the edges of their seats
some of them
risking small fortunes
what an event.
whereas we have
SURFING
the sport of kings
a rag tag band
of ner do wells
arguing over
sampling natural phenomenon
scrapping over possession
making divisive comments back and forth
unable to come to a concensus
about judging the
damned activity.
if it were the sport of kings
THE KING
would preside and say what was what.
the closest thing we have to the king is
… Buff…
king by respect of a life on the beach
as a waterman ,lifesaver,father,and friend
A Friend to all including many never met
I had the privlidge of meeting Nappy a few years back
I thanked him for being who he was
and buff’s event every spring
a modern day makahiki
where all forms are validated
Paipo,bully board, tandem no less
canoe teams now beach boy event
(sup? Beach Boy sounds cooler)
the alternative adolescent-upstarts
are notorius for scrapping
over waves at the contention beaches
fighting their way up to noteriety
how lame.Basing respect on such
is a slippery slope.Violence begets violence
stupidity begets stupididity
and the spiral will never self right itself
The King said nobody surfs where the princess does
they call it queens
the jamie ballenger sequence
photos of the young girl hanging
on the nose in last sundays contest
photos were a true dellight
perhaps the spirit of an ancient princess
revisited queens lineup that moment
whining pretenders to the throne
as well pre occupied with
their self importance in the
"Promotional Arena’
(I’ve said it before
professional is a mis nomer)
sport of kings demeaned
when we become higher minded
perhaps by recognising the Buffalo K. contest format
and the like attitudes of the brian K.'s
giving of the contest trophy
to a respected elder
Bobby ah Choy
for a life
of dedication to the beach
as our model aspiration
we might become
a shadow of our potential
THE SPORT OF KINGS
…ambrose…
grow the puk up
simple? not really.
growing up is no easy task.
the highest form
makes it look simple
pretenders argue
and waggle
and snarl
and whine
whilst
the true nobility
can catch the pulse
of the blood of earth
and flawlessly
transit the turmoil
unmolested
by either
beastiality or
humanity
to commune with
the higher life
waiting for us all
just
beyond…the reef?
