The Journey and the Goal

He stuck his joystick, full, inside the hole.

He used the instrument to choose the way

To go, directions, speed and slowed control.

He used a masterful and swaggering sway

And gentle entry and re-entry for

New thrills.  He moved it more to right and left

To make its presence known and aimed for core

Of everything.  The hole felt stick’s long heft.

The hole felt it was being moved from right

To left, and battered up and battered down;

His journey in the sheets of shuddering night

With this thick widening mastering guiding noun.

  The grinding grammar the journey showed

    The hole the map with every slamming goad.