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Pitching Wedge To Hell


The Country Club of walking death,

calls out across the ferns

 

The 1st hole starts with pain unmatched,

its traps to flame and burn

 

The 9th hole calls you back to life,

just to send you down again

 

The 14th hole, a dismal swamp,

your demons there within

 

The 18th hole where soul’s are judged,

double bogeyed with a six

 

The clubhouse dark, your blood trail marked

—devil carrying your sticks

 

 

(Overbrook Golf Club: March, 2020) 

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