~JULY 10, 2010 9:37PM~
Rain Check
~~     (:RATE:)  4~~~~~
keen and bright as zirconi:
his diamond train ride
snored Mr. Mahoney
a crepuscular summer moth
the numbered shirt cloth
of horsehide
he dreamt
the raucous ride
the boys of summer
possessed his snooze
timeless bricks and mortar
green ivied walls of bit cigars
on warm play ball! lights
spiced mustard
sticky yelling kids
cool custard
he starts
espies big domes
like jars
of Mars
donneybrooke awake
one year
none of the change
at once clear
his stop long passed
while jostled abrupt at last
he thought it all baloney
slept more
our Monsieur Mahoney
caught off base
twixt second and first
without foamed beer
no quench of thirst
he raised some dust
the slide itself
conclude it must
how years like bases
now swiped dem places
from fans like me
as hot dogs bark $4.50
never to be free
zero zero
no longer thrifty
though tasty and rovey
like flapjack anchovy
in the bleachers
he found creatures
beneath parkas
against the lightning bright
creaked and groan
here comes the dome
of zoom and chaw
in the bullpen
he saw
warmed spitballs
whoosh waft wisp
hot popcorn
buttered to knaw
continued fray
no rain delay
the game
the sky well

(to be continued---an outtake from my collection: Pulverised Monarch Wings Unseen in Time Capsules)


Fun to read aloud. Caught the base-a-ball-a flavor, the sights and sounds and smells.

Matt Paust
JULY 10, 2010 10:04 PM
@Matt Paust
Fun to be read aloud.
Thanks for the hello.

J.P. Hart
JULY 10, 2010 10:46 PM
Old Blue Eyes could croon this. A Rothian power swing. Call it baseball.

Damon E Walters
JULY 11, 2010 12:06 PM
continued fray
no rain delay
the game
the sky well

Most excellent! See you at open mic? catch-22
JULY 11, 2010 10:37 PM

@Daniel E. Walsh, thanks, dude:

November until March
dreams 'bout
kept him
April 'til 'tober
all big words
how keep
him sober

from spring to fall
the happiest:


dos lines so white
knotholers to rescue
honed grass 'o
o' green fescue
the best of all:


of aces
hey batter batter batter
full bases
yell hey chatter chatter chatter
tight dem laces

of whom be damned
I've a man on, two men on ---
grand slammed

and here's the twist
it's in the wrist:
there's a line drive back toward
the left field wall up up
it's gone

the crowd what
when said but
a moment,
(sip orange

say again
so it
echo and call:


J.P. Hart
JULY 13, 2010 11:44 PM

Pleased to meet you~~~

J.P. Hart
JULY 14, 2010 12:20 AM

i wish i could do this 

R.Jonathan Wolfman
JULY 16, 2010 04:31 AM

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And from the saddest rhyme,
of all hot gatlin guns forward,
poems to sing, sung and sang
just two
Trang Bang

Bro: it keeps you runnin' Yo!

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 7, 2019 at 8:38pm

I wish On the Road, Jack Kerouac were as thick as Being and Nothingness Albert 'Camaro' Camus.

Hey my buddies and me are gettin' real well known. Like now it's dark and I'm alone....

jim said,thickening his own moat with a quote and you know, missed the boat.
Too much wine is not good for you.
That's why God made the corkscrew a dangerous a weapon.
!O! When you encounter a fork in the road, keep it out of your eye

Comment by catch-22 on March 16, 2019 at 12:04pm

This is the kind of wobbly guidance and relative common sense really helps keep it all in perspective.

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 16, 2019 at 1:28pm


two for one : rural road

haiku mountain old
shimmer: blue sea ancient
sun waves, warm spring seed

egret island stance
reflection glance: wing shadow
glimmer, mirror cloud

~Possibly too much red tape to register the boat MUSIC

just the other day jim again lost track attempting to count the small black pentagons on the white soccer ball. And for certain ZZ Top is the best driving music evuh. At a table in Sherman Park he outlined an essay: Why 16 Year Olds Must Have The Right To Vote
Not far: Sauk City (Lodi had high water) (no continent is an island) Sauk City shore filming the eagles on the Wisconsin River.
Strong and fast: At Last.

catch-22 :)~(:

file: any day now, where the water tastes like wine
file 2: midnight-moonlight gambling, Red Wing
file 3: near future: we must record, decipher and translate what the chorus of nesting sparrows say
file 4: gypsies, tramps and night swimmers are most welcome!
file 5: that familiar sunrise


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