Steel Grid

Steel Grid
By Brian Patrick Roach

The game -
Rush sprinting veins -
Beating, breaking, bleeding -
Morphing men to crazed animals -
Steel Grid.

The Numbers of Chi-town

The Numbers of Chi-town
By Brian Patrick Roach

The numbers of Chi-town,
So many of fame,
Defines our crown.

Fifty-one, ripped off heads with a frown
Unsatisfied, explosion awaiting, taking aim.
The numbers of Chi-town.

Thirty-four, sweetly running the ground…
Over the entire game,
Defines our crown.

Twenty-three, flying abound,
Takin’ the last shot with no shame.
The numbers of Chi-town.

Fifty-four, side-to-side a drooling grey hound,
Almost corrupted by a blonde dame,
Defines our crown.

Our city, our home, our sound,
Roaring, Stampeding, the same.
The numbers of Chi-town
Defines our crown.

Addict

Addict
By Brian Patrick Roach

Beneath
The mask it grew -
My fury pained others -
Hate was my drug upon the field;
Addict.

The clock strikes zero and upon the field ...

The clock strikes zero and upon the field…
By Brian Patrick Roach

Eleven heads hang low in heart breaking
Loss on a tear, sweat, blood, bruised grid-iron
That echoes it’s witnessed courage through souls
Of young men triumphant despite defeat.
Win not a win if your blood has not been shed and stained grass
proud.
Loss not a loss if left between those two goal lines lays your heart.