Gang nasty and the bard of bricks
Littered lanes of cardboard motels
or were they mausoleums?
Pacified northwestern time fringed
Zapped by the contextual pop-ups
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Bases loaded. .355 lifetime hitter at the plate.
Tie game. bottom of the 8th.
Heart of the lineup due up top
If only this last bat could fall
I'd be the hero
well at least I wouldn't be the goat
Head to hair
Sweeping beads of sweat to mound
Pausing, pausing- they won't run
Catchers signing ones and threes
But I can't even see
as my mind is singing verse, thought upon thought-
" who's on deck, buster, he's never hit off me, he's 2-33 lifetime batting with bases loaded,"
" If they take him out who's left off the bench"
Statistics flow like streams alive- one upon the other carousing the breadth of choice-
"It's the grandest of all stages- would it be crazy to walk him, that would give them a one run lead, but I know I can get the next guy- is it a gamble- yes, is it a calculated risk- perhaps"
A bird flutters amongst the darkening skies
Into the grayest cloud he disappears
and the drops suddenly appear
As the public address announcer tells the fans
I sigh a breath of relief
As I know the tarps will roll out soon