Today's poetic theme was TMI: too much information. As a huge golf fan, I watched Tiger Woods' press conference today and decided to play on the poetic theme just a bit. I hope you like it.

TMI: Tiger's Marriage and Infidelity

a head of curls in shorts and stripes
center stage and home amid the hot lights
wielding a double edged putter
he charmed a 3 footer into the cup
a sneak peek of an evolving fist pump
we would come to love
mostly on sunday and in red
and best of all at places
where his face
only served arnold palmers
masters laced with whites only clauses.

when they tied him to the tree that first day of school
hurling rocks and niggers at his cabalasian skin
when they turned him and tida away at the club gate
suddenly unable to find his name
eldrick tont woods
on the roster
she pulled him close in mid retreat
one hand on the u-turning wheel
the other
on his cabalasian skin
and recited his vows:

beat them.
step on their necks.

i do, mama.
i do.

hello world!
17 majors 95 first places
bask in the shade of
an ill placed fire hydrant and tree
sunday red oozing from a busted lip
a swedish five iron
(that window didn’t stand a chance)
prone and still private on a gated street
mysteries unfold like score cards at the end of a round
twenty four hour news cycles too much information
sex messages canceled press conferences payouts
amply funded waitress protection plan
countless tales of fetish affairs and infidelities
yet really only one:

his first love.

one hand on his driver
the other on his putter
finally alone and together again
she pulls him close
pardoning his transgressions
and whispers
beat them
step on their necks

he cannot miss the splendor of the chapel
spring azaleas billowing dogwoods
gracious patrons seated on either side of the aisle
and best of all a place
where his face
chanting i do i do
served arnold palmers
masters laced with whites only clauses.