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
Showing posts with label taking chances. Show all posts
Showing posts with label taking chances. Show all posts
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Pressure Pitched
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Politics of love
Politics of love
It was a moon lit desert eve
When her vision first gained my notice,
I was but a fledgling,
Without the experience,
And she was the epitome,
What every magazine and movie
Said A woman should appear as,
A day removed this vision struck me yet again,
A portrait mingling amongst others of her ilk
Light, fruit colored dresses contrasting against black silk,
Fermenting in the pause, drunk through solitary stare
The third day ended my stay
As the driver pulled away
I could see her relaxing by the poolside
I turned around for one last glance
Wondering if I’d ever get such a chance
Then remembered something a mentor once spoke,
Politically, you cannot complain if you didn’t vote,
Your participation could have been the difference,
With it you alone can play a major role in your countries direction,
I believe the same can be said regarding matters of the heart
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