~JULY 10, 2010 9:37PM~
Rain Check
~~     (:RATE:)  4~~~~~
keen and bright as zirconi:
quietus:
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
methinks
no longer thrifty
though tasty and rovey
like flapjack anchovy
in the bleachers
he found creatures
beneath parkas
against the lightning bright
night
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
continued
the sky well
windowed


(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
continued
the sky well
windowed

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
timber
kept him
limber
April 'til 'tober
all big words
how keep
him sober

from spring to fall
the happiest:

PLAY BALL!

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

PLAY BALL!

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 ---
three,
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
roar,
when said but
a moment,
(sip orange
crush
girls
blush)

say again
once
more
so it
echo and call:

PLAY BALL!

J.P. Hart
JULY 13, 2010 11:44 PM
@catch-22

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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Ginsberg colleague McClure

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L. Law

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