There was the backfield tandem of Doc Blanchard and Glenn Davies on several West Point football teams of the UOS.

There is that power hitting duo of the modern day Yankees - Gary Sanchez and Aaron Judge.

There were those great power hitters of the 70s, I believe, that seemed to come in clusters like Mike Schmidt, Breen Downing, and yes, I believe, John Milner.

There was, of course, Ruth and Gehrig that stood out on the 1927 Yankees.

There's Hawke Leonard and James Harden, an unsung pair of the San Antonia Spurs and the Houston Rockets, respectively, in pro basketball that stand out.

There's Stephan Curry and Kevin Durant, a Mutt and Jeff combination in the Golden State Warriors.

There was a couple of gifted first to play on a University of Illinois basketball team African Americans that were tantalizing good at that time - Mannie Jackson and Governor Vaughn.

There was those 4 great old time Boston Celtics guards; Bob Cousy, Bill Sharman, K.C. Jones, and Sam Jones.

There was Bill Bradley and Dave Debusschere manning the wings of the New York Knickerbockers pro basketball teams of the late sixties, I believe.

There was Ron Kissinger and Glenn Becker, the keystone duo on the Chicago Cubs of the sixties, I believe.

There was Mainstay, reliable pitcher for the Casey Stengal dynasty teams - Vic Raschi and Allie Reynolds and there were great teamsmen of Vince Lombardi's pro football Green Bay Packers Super Bowl team like Dave Hammer, Forrest Gregg, and Boyd Dowler.

They have
cute Latina noses,
bewitching eyes,
lush lips,
with a look of coy amusement,
nice dark hair,
and nifty builds.
They both seem
very lady-like for their age
and modest too
about their engaging *** appeal.
I loved to go out -
We'd have fun, what with their infectious
spontaneity
and their nice female Latina sophistication
as well as my interests
in all kinds of women
and their accompanying
good points
(and watch me ignore any flaws
that might pop up).

Kyra
doesn't give anyone beera beera
Rosaline
doesn't have a friend in Joseline
Reena
doesn't mind Tina
Eva
could be a typical diva
Janine
doesn't seem to be sanguine
Laurel's
favorite color is probably coral
Sheila
doesn't remind me of a monster as in gila
Abe
probably doesn't need to be saved
Casey
probably likes pizza as in Shakey's
Soledad
probably has been in the caverns names Carlsbad
Fredricka
wishes she had a dog as in a golden retriever
Irene
maybe models herself after Darlene
Jane
she's sane
Joan
doesn't moan
over losing a loan
on and on

The local news
keeps me
feeling imbued
not subdued,
having no feeling of being lewd
or too new
or in lost cool
or for lack of mind fuel,
or for excuses about
being physical gruel
or in being Dartmouth bound as in being one of the chosen few
or famous like Pete Newell
or someone like Bruce Newell
or Paul Buhle

Madigan,
Mad again,
Sad again,
Glad again.
It's bad again.
He wants a fad again.
He thinks it's a gas again.
He feels had again,
like a lad again.
Is he a bad guy?
a mad guy,
a had guy,
the man from rad again?
tie-dyed shy guy?
** hoo he's just
not a bad guy, again.
He never was -
just like the fuzz!

Like Rockque
Seeger goes
Like a ***** male easy mark,
or insightful, maybe, female might go
What make a "rock stud"?
Does he just go thud
like Elmer Fudd
or is he the "over man"
and not an easy mark
and not that ***** guy?
He probably is
a sensitive "terrible" as in good
sometimes venture musician,
like a rockque,
people don't talk,
lets say,
not that they obey.

All I got was rose petals inside a couple of pages of an old Encyclopedia Britannica book, but it was good enough of a present, from whom I don't know.

I suspect it was from my ex-wife.

Ringo just got a photograph, but I'm sure he treasures it - of me as a little boy, I like to pretend.

Petals, pictures. She loves me, she loves me not.

Yeah, there is a little bit of a flower child in all of us, even me,
and the love generation isn't actually a hate generation in disguise like I suspected.

I don't try to **** people with kindness, think I can **** just with my eyes, heard I was a "tough cookie" with a kind heart (maybe so)
but I don't think some people are such sour apples anymore
and I think that there's basically good in all of us.

By they way, do you ever notice you improve your lot a lot without even noticing it sometimes?

It's like at Christmas when they say "big" or is it "good" things come in small packages.

Piscatawan,
Sashcarchawan,
Indian tribes,
Indian vibes,
all in a row,
keeping in tow.
The fat of the land
is all booked up
So no matter hard
they suffer
on the reservations
we still lack discretion
as far as their preservation
so vibes or no
we still give them more seeds to sow

They sought
across the meridian
They even came from the Caribbean
and have made ink in the Tribune
Prime mover
better than Herbert Hoover
better than the Grand Cooley Dam
they has all sorts of Jam
Who are they?
Indiana blooded
but not *****
from great tribes
but not trying to hide
or get in another side
The number one selling book
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
by Dee Brown
and voices heard from the incident
by that name
despite these they still don't make a big deal
about a strain of blood
but to di they just probably don't want to go thee
in the mud
of the king of blood
Immortal life
is on their minds
when, for example
they get that song line like me aimed at them
"Can music save your mortal soul"
Oh well some weird kind of projection.

By autocrat I mean a domineering bossy pseudo-dictator of a basically free country.

No, I say, and he's doing a good job, but he has thing kinda harsh peopled following that probably wouldn't exist if it wasn't for certain pink lazy young people infiltrating the power structures of this country.

That sounds far-fetched, I know, and the babbling of a jealous old man, but that's my hunch - there are too many young people in high school who come home and plop themselves down on the couch to a bunch of inane TV with a whole bag of Lay's potato chips at their fingertips, irritating their right-winged father, cheating afterward, and getting educated in a technical field and offending dangerous psychotics off the street.

If Trump would just correct that and not take his hang ups out on us Latinos (I'm partially Mexican, Puerto Rican, South American, and Spanish, so far as I know) and Muslims like me, this country wouldn't disintegrate with mass murderers and such, who might have delusions that Trump is their der fuhrer.

He's kind of a know-it0all and becoming autocratic as it would seem.

He could prevent this from coming to full fruition by just minding the liberal media a little bit.

There's Billy Short, a promising pitcher in the Yankee chain back in the mid to late fifties, I believe, that had a brief stay with the parent team.

There's Chris Short, a successful pitcher with the Philadelphia Phillies back in the mid to late sixties, if I remember correctly.

There is short as in Tim, who I remember as "some character" a year behind me in high school who was in a couple of "cool" cliques, something which I wasn't cut out for.

There's short as in shorttimers, which was slang for an enlisted man in the army during Vietnam who, partially because he was a draftee or for other reasons wanted out of the army bad for obvious reasons, who was no lifer sergeant who'd get a charge out of sending guys over to 'Nam while he ate "delicious" army cook-made apple pie sent down to the orderly room specifically in case by the cook in the mess hall kitchen just for such sergeants.

There's Luke Short, the all-American cowboy as in ****** paperback Western books.

There's short as in people who might prefer being called "less tall".

There's short as in a cute little compact car; I believe that's Afro-American slang.

There's a short as in blown electrical fuse.

There's shortness as in missing something in a dining hall, for example.

There's getting short as in one working their way out of a basically unpleasant institution.

I'm sure there are those of you who know all about shortness.

Pardon me for being trite or somethin'.

I do like home-made burgers, the kind that our mothers used to make on Saturday night that even though they put hair on the chest - I felt like I had enough of that.

I like cook-out burgers straight-up, though.

I like the Big Mac. It's easy to get down.

I love the Whopper! It's so juicy cool.

I like the thick burgers that Hardees puts out, especially the baby-back rib one, even though the fat nauseated me and us Muslims aren't supposed to eat pork.

I like the mushroom and swiss, one of my favorite ones, it's got mushrooms.

I like the bacon cheeseburger. Once again, I shouldn't be eating the bacon, though.

Steak-n-Shake I'm unimpressed with, although I used to like their steak burgers with pickles and ketchup back when Steak-n-Shake was good, as well as their cheeseburger with 2 dill pickle spears and their lettuce-tomato burger used to be really tasty.

By the way, I'll throw in that I like the Chicago Dog much more that any old burger.

And that the bacon and cheeseburger is my favorite.

Night owl go strollin'
(yes I'm a night owl)
I forgot to remember to forget
which reminds me how the little
to my life story
might read-
I Forgot to Remember to Remember not that I have Alzheimer's
heaven forbid
so I forgot to remember
come rain and shine
I forgot the one member
of the new Temptations
so I can't jump or joy
with elation
or love me tender
on it
Get on it.
She was mighty fine.

Suggested topics seem cogent.
Compliments seem in total
Constructive criticisms seem un loco
Insights seem pronto
and there's practically even something about
how I view the Lone Ranger and Tonto.
The gripe about
obscure references to songs
seems chronic, as in, for me, a tonic
and the criticism about
my ****** appetite for my "girlfriends"
references and emphasis on blacks
seem frank
like I'm not a crank.
All in all
I've got to be less abstract,
yes, abstract,
and use a little more, in general, tact,
and be frank,
about how I ran
and how I like to think I'm in
a real think tank.
Mod America
and yeah Erica Jung
as in fun

Coo coo ca choo
as in regality.
This is mere formality,
people thinking disabled vets
are simple drips -
that they got dirt underneath
their fingernails
or something.
Just kidding there.
There does seem
to be a drip sense
ever since
the advent of
the modern day army brat.
Just kidding there.
There is this poem
less abstract?

There was a bore
who thought he was cuddly
like Archie Bunker
and Joe as in the movie
as in hwo would have thunk of him,
and head man at
Mel's Diner
who's gonna give
me, with me inferiority complex,
a shiner.
He might first think
he's frank
as in having a real spooky tooth
and not being really uncouth
and this business
that he's a bore
he's at war
there
Why he's OK.
He's the real man
"hard hat" or "redneck"
with the nickname Bear
a typical delusion.
He might think he's a ******
and that
he wants fusion.
Confusion would be what
he would cause if he
was in charge
He probably would want to gas El Debarge

I daydream that the
recruiters go out of their way
not to promise dates and even
marriage with **** Nordic blond
beautiful co-eds for the players.
I daydream that they the recruiter bring
in local so-called cool jet set
types to add spice to the recruiting
process.
I daydream that the recruiters
take notice of whether the local
layout of the campus is ideal for the players
and that they show 'em around
the campus and in the city or town (including
"campus town") of the respective schools.
I daydream that they definitely
don't promise under the table money
and everything is on the up and up.
I daydream that they
emphasize the liberal arts programs
of the respective colleges
and suggest to the players that the
combination of a good liberal arts education
and skills learned in sports could lead to a good position later on.
I daydream that they emphasize
the building up of what I call
the two key faces of college football
and basketball programs - depth
and balance of the players.
I daydream that they emphasize
that the players obey conduct rules.
I daydream that they emphasize
the well-roundedness of their
respective programs.

Your lithe figure,
nice and boney,
makes you bad to the bone.
You have those high legs that stride,
not pigeon-toed,
not that that makes that much difference,
you're so tastefully dressed,
and you have one of the most beautiful faces
I've ever seen.
Hell yes, I'd like to do the town with you,
have you make me fudge
and popcorn
every other night for a while,
and have us check out
this new and improved TV,
(that is, except for the same old
boring sitcoms,
except for Big Bang Theory, a little bit)

Dogpatch this is I'll bet
God is not dead, he got wounded in Tet.
Jubilation T. Cornpone
played Stubby Kaye
in the Broadway version of Li'l Abner
was better than anything by Aldo Ray
Guys and Dolls,
frills in Jazz,
A Cigar for Moe
and an award for cars,
this song is different
and it's a little more uptempo
than Hey Jude.
Yeah a harking back to Nino Tempo
Musicians are rifting
weightlifters are lifting
old women are sitting
and I even might want to get into knitting

Misty, Misty
the sea of your saucy Sausalito
beauty and grace
make me take haste
no to waste
a moment
without your great figure,
success,
health and I bet
wealth.

All I want is serenity, no solitude
solitary man
'cause it's all compromise

Come away
with me
to the ship that never sails
on Santa Barbara's reef
South of course
of the infamous Santa Maria.
Oh ship
that holds no one
misses no earthly passenger
and lifts up
those one hundred luft balloons
to the eyes
of a Spaniard

Staunchly, staunchly
Fontleroy, Fontleroy,
as in Little Lord Fontleroy,
and in bored
but see me, feel me, **** me
doesn't cut it
as far as ropes go
and the mystical
rule.
He who lives by the sword
doesn't always die by the sword
anymore, of course
but why invite trouble
or your home will be rubble
and all you'll be able to do is smuggle
Raundry was this
but better dead than red
after I've said my peace
implying the better dead than red business
and me having good looks
I'm dropping both
and joining the people
who want to know
what's it about the group
the All-American Rejects
Reaction comes
without posit traction
I'm ill reaction

Go between the pages
Go between the sheets
Go between the farrows
Go between the bottoms
Go between the treats
but my little love ant
find your red skin
on another street
where we both can meet
and I can crush you
with my feet.
My ant
signifies
a glow worm
of that one street
where the Inkspots
and thek Brothers
both can meet
Even ants are precious
as they creep into
our life
letting us know
especially and also
what above is precious

Commotion,
the promotion,
then locomotion.
How can they understand the location
of their next vacation
when they feel no feeling of elation
and just experience more constipation.
Proms.
Cremation.
Pronto.
Relations.
The End.
Yes a bitter pill to swallow
but nobody's hollow
it was worth it
to know that.

I don't think so
in little bits
the Milky Way Bites
and the new sweetened diet drinks
Bit of Honey
and Peanut M7Ms
unique little candies
the bits of sugar in them
made my teenage crushes
gone bad broken hearts
mend
and even had enough of them to lend
Yeah grains of sugar
even when less
reminding me I like
to think I have a sister Tess
to them is like me
"living dangerously"
Granted she's the latest scourge
but she necessarily makes me gorge
when I need a sugar ix
due to diabetes
or needing a quick burst of
energy as too a fix

Hold on.
Don't mess your water.
You do everything for spite
including help your dead father
even though
you feel that's drearily trite.
An empty feeling
I usually have
lacking love
even for my dead father
Empty is an understatement.
A misrepresentation
of an undertaker making a statement.
No program
No musician programs
could twist
my arm
in the name of love
That's how I feel
about what is my lack of zen
about being full of love
like so many other people
I hope I'm wrong
about my lack of zeal
I pray to Allah
I'm wrong!

Old Town probably doesn't appeal
to an old friend of mine like Tom Beale
like Gaslight would
if it could
bring on the gas
along with the sassafras
to ignite a rail
on those cartoon termites
in that as for the insect killer Raid
I'm just kidding
about gaslight
and its power
and how I would have
sworn they had
put me in bed
near one of the snack bars there
on Gaslight Square
when I was on palliative care
from complications from a broken hip.
I don't know if it was the hippie
in me with my flashlight
and the water tower
and the slaughtered calf
that made me hallucinate myself in a bed
in a quack box on Gaslight Square
or if it's just my eyes on this rhyming try.

The main leaf
has lines in it
that last a life time
just like your life line
in palm reading.
It smells of wetness and parchment,
like nothing special falling from a tree in archment
Gimbel's and Macy's
it says it seems like an either-or
classness or cheapness
but the assumptions there about either one is simply a bore
The tree gleams
and it's infinite when it portrays the lust of the leaf
it seems
and you can see a motif
the glistens for ever more

Jingle Jangle
My heart's set on the female rock group the Bangles
and old time hit songs by groups like the Spanish
I even like Elton John's song Daniel
That's when I was a pretty cherry vet
and forgot what was it I read in some of the army manual
A lover can be cute
with you
about the same thing as what I want out of a daydream
with the old time fantasy it can lead
to holding hands and feeling this is a scream
And that's when what I call jingle jangle music
come in with thoughts of someone nice
to make you feel freed
and not costing one's seed
anything like that
for a modern day fee
Jingle Jangle music makes it so cozy because
of what the lines mean
as they make you feel
for yosekf
yoself yoself
and nobody else
not again
yes again

I've got me and myself
I wish I had an I.
Then I could go back
to buying those rep ties
and not worry about T-shirts
as if I care about being in a scene and jeans
and all a hack a hack
and believe in things like the little self.
An ego I have not
but that's just what I've heard
and that this has something to with self-esteem
not a choice for dress of jeans.
Anyway, I'll cast my lot
with in this word
in hoc signo
and get back to the way I was as a teen
and not try always to have lingo.
Time haven't really changed,
According to a close friend
it's the same old, same old,
life's still just a game.
I'd then have things to attend to
and be content to do things I like
to do things I can be bold
and not worry so much that I have
someone to scold
I like Ike and I have what I have.

Limericks won't do
a sketch or two is too cool
when there's a fool messin' with you.
The point is
nothin' else lives
to him
for it's a sin
life in us except with him
you've got to have machoness in your repertoire
or they'll label you a sis.
That's when you being to feel something's amiss
and that's with him you've gone too far
so regroup
digest his ****
even if it's a bunch of bull
and comes up for more or else you'll drown
in an abyss
and be worries about just what is
a junior miss
fool - drip?
this is a diff.
what's the diff?
along as you, don't get his syph?

Jennifer Capriati
I know you don't look snotty
I hope you're not hotsy-totsy,
since I plan on meeting
you
when I become famous too,
just for an interview
for some magazine
or even on the mezzanine
of Yankee Stadium.
You'd ne so so dumbfounded.
I want you bad
You're healthy and robust
You make me happy not sad
even if you open
the door
and don't take you robe off
and say hauntingly
you're not bored
and look supple and soft
and offer up your autograph
while being aghast
and with being hintingly say nothing to scathe
me off the map.
I've got your picture on my wall
you look like you'd be a ball
I read on the internet where you got busted
but I can tell you're to be trusted.
Enough of my fantasies, insights, and desire.
You're one of the all-time greats of tennis
and nothing like love for hire.
Knowing you're in the world
Makes me love you like never before

It's the country side of heaven
that says she's not you.
She don't love you she's just lonely
Haiku

Oh Cypress Gardens of the Crocodile Rock
Ode to **** Mock
and he thought
I kit, that my personality is
neither here nor there
but my soft toughness is hot
so he came up for air
and probably took in the Movie Hour
Mock
Works like a clock
and nothing against Vern Tock
He doesn't bother to hock
what little he has
as he know it's in the past

Yeltich
bewitchradish
Cromartis
comradeship
Jeter
big eater
DiMaggio
fragile
Ruth -
tooth
Mantle -
animal
Henderson
rendering
Cano
review
Bryant
sign in
Severine
ballerina
You get the picture.
I'm jealous and get a bitterness about all of them

I was very unhappy there for 3 or 4 years in a row during the baseball season,
when the Yankees made the playoffs just once in 4 years.
I live and die with the Yankees during the baseball season.
The combination of Aaron Judge and Gary Sanchez in they're as good as they seem just might lead to a World Championship this year.
I know that's unrealistic
but I can dream.
Their starting pitcher probably
won't hold up;
Ellsbury and Gardner might putter out and Hadley might falter as well.
Holiday and Curtis might not do so well and Greg Bird might not pan out.
But you never know - they're learning how to win
the Yankee way.

Slo Pokes.
Dreamcicles.
When I was kinda oppressed I thought your average Dixie Cup was a treat.
Dell Magazine Cowboy Star book.
Used comic books.
Marbles.
Banana bubble gum.
Bowman's baseball cards.
All-time great pro football player cards.
College great football player cards.
Autographed pictures of heroes.
Autographs, period.
A favorite clip-on bowtie.
A bunion shirt here and there.
Faded classic Levis.
In my college years grape gum and red licorice
and a treasured Ivy League clothing item
like my Brooks Brothers garters, for example.
In junior high and high school 16 magazine
American Bandstand from Philadelphia
Commemorative issues
A Dairy Queen extra large vanilla cone - and a medium one when I was little.
Favorite pairs of Bermuda shorts.
Charming picture of me as a kid.
Pictures of my parents when they were first married.
Some favorite books like Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson
and a book on Ovid's Metamorphoses by an established classics professor at the University of Indiana - I can't quite remember the name.
And when I had a couple of prized 45 records like Patricia by Ricky Predo and Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White by Prez.
On that note,
fin

I'd have Kyra Sedgewick's face as the face,
a combination of the bodies of Kathryn McPhee and Serena Williams as the body,
the wardrobe of Martha Quinn the old MTV personality broadcaster
Kylee Harting
the personality of Lucille Ball,
the character of Jane Addam, perhaps, the founder of Social Work in old time Chicago
the voice of Caila Ali
the sense of humor of Phyllis Diller,
the posture of Condaleeza Rice
the leadership ability of Elizabeth Warren
the lifestyle of either Monica the soul singer or Janet Jackson
and then name her Kyra Williams in honor of Kyra and Serena
plus the creativity of the know by some - black poets Nikki Giovanni
and the athleticism of pro tennis player (ex) Jennifer Capriati
with a little of pro tennis player Maria Sharapova

I really liked Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I Got Live in my Tummy
by the Ohio Express
Nice is Nice and Green Tambourine
by the Lemon Pipers
Simple Simon
by the 1910 Treatgum Company -

They all has sorta sweet jumpin' melodies compared to that of sing-songy hard rock
I liked the bubblegum rock of Jessica Simpson when she was in her heyday singing-wise
and as far as bubblegum soul I liked the Jackson 5, the Sylvias, the Jets, and the Five Stairsteps, and Cubie, especially their song Oh Child.

Yeah, teenagers back then - I thought they were both charming and happy-go-lucky and not that much into the mournful dirges of my own generation like Let It Be and Hey Jude by the Beatles.
All this war and economic oppression is bad enough as it is.
Why add insult to injury with depressing music?

Susan
You are a choosin'
the fusion
of scroogin'
and contusion
to send
me into
ecstasy
of an elasticity
that ends in electricity
or whether you even
remember me
and how I wanted
to introduce you
to tea
for two
on the front porch
of a southern home
with the fireflies out
on a southern night

Sandt Amaro and Karl Spooner on the old Brooklyn Dodgers.

My 2 all-time favorite players of my favorite team the Yankees are
an putfielder acquired in a transaction Vernon Webb
and the Rookie of the Year for, I believe, 1957
an outfielder first baseman Norm Cisbern.

My 2 favorite all-time Illinois basketball players were sixth men Ed Perez and Joseph Bertrand.

My 2 favorite all-time Detroit Lions are Bobby Cayne and Pork Walker with Ces Bingaman a nice third.

My favorite all-time Cleveland Browns are Otto Graham and Frank Gatsby.

My all-time 2 favorite Chicago Bulls are Michael Jordan and Dave Corzine.

Mordern-day-wise, I like Parig of the LA Dodgers, Steven Aren who last I saw was with the Washington Nationals, and in modern Illini football I loved Monty Wilson. He hit so hard and the sound of a prize recruit who never got in on a game. D'Angelo McGary and I liked the sound of the name. Duane Brantley who was a large for the time offensive lineman out of Chicago wo dropped out before he had a chance to play.

This is just scratching the surface, I guess, since I'm not into the star system per se.

Uncle **** was soft and kind.
My brother-in-law ****
is smart and on time.
My mother always said I was good looking
'cause I looked like
**** Tracy.
I say both me and him are too
tough looking and hard
and yeah the real Tracy (whoever it is)
is one of the most beautiful
instruments I've ever heard.
Tracy's Theme

The line - I never promised you a rose garden
and with me finishing it I added "at all"
The line - I'm here for the party - and me even
though they didn't put under my name in the high
school yearbook, "Where's the party" like a
hoody dropout buddy of mine got!
The line - Take her she's all I got - I added
"she's more than enough"
The line - I'm just an Okie from Muskogee with
my addition "obviously"
The line - Jambalaya crawfish pie - my addition
"sounds good to me even"
The line - Smoky Mountain Rain - I add on
"when it rains, it pours, of course, but when
I'm around it comes down in torrents."
The line - When my baby loves me -my add on
"when, though, I think".
That's all for now.

Don't you just love
to see the new polka dot
dresses
for young ladies
that are coming into fashion?
The reminds
me
of a clown in a polka dot outfit,
a female sports mascot dressed in
polka dot overalls,
Howdy Doody and the polka dots
of the freckles if his face,
a new sweetheart
and me imagining her in that
itsy bitsy yellow polka dot bikini,
a suave male friend dressed in
a satin bold polka dot shirt
that's earrings at the sleeve cuffs,
polka dots
On the wrapper of a new kind
of sucker and decorating the sucker itself
hell yeah the polkas themselves -
the sky's the limit!

The only way to learn is the hard way
so some people say.
I like subtle teaching.
Let it hold sway
but if you think you're dense
then there's no false pretenses here,
getting hit on the head
with the truth thru a can of mace.
You obey.
Why not obey is an
institution emphasized
societe'.
"Get in line."
"Cooperate
and graduate, or else."
"hear what I say.
It's all the same.

Circus catcher,
Max Patkin in a total clown outfit,
Willie Mays remembered,
hot dogs,
the soothing nature of baseball on TV,
talk of a Yankee rebirth,
me projecting that the Cubs
will repeat
if Jason Heyward spells Dexter Fowler
the breezes of spring
appropriate spring clothing,
major league baseball box scores again
right under the fresh major league baseball
standings in the sports section
college baseball on ESPN (I guess it's on already)
teams filling out their 25
man rosters,
sweat of the brown, rooting
for your team,
these are just a few of the signs
of the rite of spring

Romantic translantic,
Bromade,
Rolaids,
*** revolution,
the rock group The *** Pistols,
Rhyming Simon,
Simple Simon,
the list is a tisk
of a fit
of Pitbull
is about all
as in Fall Paul.
Reminiscing
try me out
to get some clout
about a lout
and a flout
in a nostalgic
oppressed
society
of ice tea
and cream of wheat

If I had a clipboard
I'd chart Yankee spring training wins,
my weight,
and my on-going health problems
and see if they interact,
all on a lined sheet of writing paper
since I fancy myself
a race horse a la Man of War
and want to know
life guard's techniques like a friend
knows
so I can just live
just like the song
by Bobby Brown goes.
*** up that piece of
used bubble gum
and stick it underneath
your table
if you want!

Incessant nose-picking in a dry-air climate,
Nurses that seem fussy,
Artsy-Craftsy people who are animated,
Delusional types (that's me for sure)
and how good that they think are as a result of
the feelings they have that seem to cause it.
Coy smiles on unassuming females,
the new country singers and how they seem
to wait, mixing together
all sorts of roots - how complete they sound.
Jonathan Winters as anything.
Mad Magazine classic humor,
how the least likely people
like the doorman and the coffee dolly
fancy themselves domineering ******'s with
followers, drips that they prey on and all
sorts of powerful new concepts
as a revision of Adolf.
That's it for the latest that amuses me.