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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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