Like an expectant batter at the plate, sitting on the Pitcher’s change of pace, Philip took the speedball for a strike. Imagine the surprise upon his face.
Found by a friend upon his bathroom floor, The last used needle still stuck in his arm, Philip heard the Speedball called strike three. Inevitably, the addict came to harm.
Some will weep to see such talent wasted, while Realtors will inquire on his space. Philip Seymour Hoffman burned too brightly; some other star will come to take his place.
( Musing on the late great Philip Seymour Hoffman)