Pressure Pitched

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
clustering closed
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
perspiration blisters
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

Anabolic

The twists

upturned

Upheaval tense

Please, feel free- go again

It's a notion

Not a devotional

A pocketful of potency

With lines astral

Where cats and tigers share the photo book

And hunters sip moon milk with a couple of twins

Into barren voids, few tilled, far of fleas, from here to…

Are you libel?

Did you spit- intentionally nearly missing, still with fist waving?

Facial tics, one could clearly spell- of shoe polish in the nasal swell

Creatine crust-loaf of bread

Springs mountain dust- raven fly, 

Gotta be, have to see, keeping up to keep enough, pairing off to split the rift- soiling tomorrow for today- acme covered acne rain, sprout, sport, spruce, lift- is this going to be, another untold story, of should have's and could have beens?

Build it up why don't you? 

So you can tear it down again,

Hopefully one day

You'll have a story to tell

which might you have-

Yet fear one may,

It'll end up bad...