Truncated Icosahedron

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Bleary-eyed. Up late. Pyjama flannels.
Surfing, searching for thirty-two panels.
All I seem to find are cycle crashes,
tennis tantrums, Greek debts, “Cops”, “Kardashians”…
Soon (I hope), I must run out of channels.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Conditions, mid-July, I christen squalid.
“Guide” reads no Archimedean solid.
“Do not disturb my circles”*
goofy gadget infomercials.
It’s a TV wasteland whatever you call it.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Desperate, desert off-season begun;
Truncate our treasured icosahedron.
Mutually confess
we’d even watch the MLS
Say, Brother: spare a football? I sure need one.



* Some sources attribute these words as Archimedes’ last.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/truncated-icosahedron/