My knuckles hurt,
something bad. I'm
breaking up the girl,
no seriously. Ice packs
please. Or not.
Either way, I'm going to
see you fall
if it takes every last bone in this body.
Unique motivation, not hard to come by.
Scattergram plans, however,
are more difficult to make
than he ever knew,
and you wonder
why I keep dressing in black.
original works of parts
Baseball 5
after "DVNO"
Dig. First the right foot, then the left.
Pick your spot. Left field or right.
The center fielder is too fast.
Pick your pitch.
Single into a double; up,
if you dig. Hear it in your head
before you hear it in your hands
and your hands scream
dig! There is no time
to see the short stop's
leap, hard left. Flat footed.
Dig. Straight through first,
an arrow of light
spat from God's mouth.
First base coach
patting your left shoulder,
seventh inning dust in it's wake
is good enough for me.
Dig. First the right foot, then the left.
Pick your spot. Left field or right.
The center fielder is too fast.
Pick your pitch.
Single into a double; up,
if you dig. Hear it in your head
before you hear it in your hands
and your hands scream
dig! There is no time
to see the short stop's
leap, hard left. Flat footed.
Dig. Straight through first,
an arrow of light
spat from God's mouth.
First base coach
patting your left shoulder,
seventh inning dust in it's wake
is good enough for me.
Baseball 4
"Let me tell you a little something about love.
It's in the grain. When you turn the barrel
at high noon and the sand is in your nostrils and
the sun spits gold from the creases. It's there.
It's in the leather. When it traps the white
red stitched rocket powered rabbit
like a black and tan cage and
crushes it to death. It's there.
It's in the two seam. When you watch it
from wind up to release and
read the whirl and hear the breeze
crossing tree tops and
everything
slows down
everything busts apart and
you can see clear through to the heart of deep space. It's there."
It's in the grain. When you turn the barrel
at high noon and the sand is in your nostrils and
the sun spits gold from the creases. It's there.
It's in the leather. When it traps the white
red stitched rocket powered rabbit
like a black and tan cage and
crushes it to death. It's there.
It's in the two seam. When you watch it
from wind up to release and
read the whirl and hear the breeze
crossing tree tops and
everything
slows down
everything busts apart and
you can see clear through to the heart of deep space. It's there."
Little Things 2
I remember now
that the only things
keeping me from
becoming
a beautiful
serial killer
are very small things
like
setting my own bed time.
And I love those things.
Those little things.
Because otherwise
I would have my palms; cradled your eyes.
Day dreaming
about what they've seen.
that the only things
keeping me from
becoming
a beautiful
serial killer
are very small things
like
setting my own bed time.
And I love those things.
Those little things.
Because otherwise
I would have my palms; cradled your eyes.
Day dreaming
about what they've seen.
Little Things (gone fishing)
I have been forgetting
how much I enjoy
rod and reel
and kicking off my shoes to stretch and the times I have let snow talk to the tips of my toes from eyelash to fingernail and did not come to tears but came to an even scorch that left me ready to sleep. Do you remember how the mud burbled where my hook landed not ten feet away and the lead sinker sank, playing it off like ... this might be the first time I had to describe what peanut butter, honey, and banana slices tasted like instead of sounded like. "I think you should put that away," or maybe wait until I actually land
something good enough to call lunch.
Trash talking.
Pass me something.
If I don't catch one
God knows, I'm going to at least peg me one.
how much I enjoy
rod and reel
and kicking off my shoes to stretch and the times I have let snow talk to the tips of my toes from eyelash to fingernail and did not come to tears but came to an even scorch that left me ready to sleep. Do you remember how the mud burbled where my hook landed not ten feet away and the lead sinker sank, playing it off like ... this might be the first time I had to describe what peanut butter, honey, and banana slices tasted like instead of sounded like. "I think you should put that away," or maybe wait until I actually land
something good enough to call lunch.
Trash talking.
Pass me something.
If I don't catch one
God knows, I'm going to at least peg me one.
Horny At Work
I keep getting horny at work and I don't know
who else to tell. Do you know what it's like
to be forced to walk around to get what you want
to get done? I'd rather sit all day then stand
for a little while before the end of my shift.
You're not breaking my heart but God
damn you're close. I'm going to think,
for a while, where you can't see,
near the baths, to begin to consider
I may be on the wrong tracks; more
importantly, though, I need time
to consider the dragon
I was chasing was
the wrong
one after
all.
who else to tell. Do you know what it's like
to be forced to walk around to get what you want
to get done? I'd rather sit all day then stand
for a little while before the end of my shift.
You're not breaking my heart but God
damn you're close. I'm going to think,
for a while, where you can't see,
near the baths, to begin to consider
I may be on the wrong tracks; more
importantly, though, I need time
to consider the dragon
I was chasing was
the wrong
one after
all.
Arson In a Can
I've had this dream
about Arson in a Can,
there are laws about
selling something like
this might be the new
eye am whatever
statement of style.
It blows out bubble foam
and a wick and
if you drop it on the floor
it keeps blowing like
a road flare,
spun two and two.
Throwing off math
lik3 a bad you 4nd your.
Phosphorous and the rest.
All for us and the best thing is
you can leave it
and it keeps go
like "to be" in gaps
of colloquial.
Sometimes you press the lid-
remember where it was you wanted to go.
I still have this idea,
a way to break said,
a fire starter Grendel
hiding under your bed.
about Arson in a Can,
there are laws about
selling something like
this might be the new
eye am whatever
statement of style.
It blows out bubble foam
and a wick and
if you drop it on the floor
it keeps blowing like
a road flare,
spun two and two.
Throwing off math
lik3 a bad you 4nd your.
Phosphorous and the rest.
All for us and the best thing is
you can leave it
and it keeps go
like "to be" in gaps
of colloquial.
Sometimes you press the lid-
remember where it was you wanted to go.
I still have this idea,
a way to break said,
a fire starter Grendel
hiding under your bed.
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