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She laughs as I tell her how The way she devours her stadium dog Is so ******* I can’t concentrate Only we are interrupted by The crack of gunshot over an open plain It is followed by a hoorah hurricane So unison I stop trying to make her laugh Think about the car ride later And being stuck in traffic And sliding gently into home I want to tell her about years from now Ninth inning deathbed passion When my red seems finally begin to burst their cotton About the splinters living inside of my hands I was living with them inside of my hands That’s why I was so rough sometimes How the scotch guard kept the **** off of my knees I loved to trace the outline of her ***** diamond Until there were grooves in there And my initials in her catchers mound We are so much hoarse voices Lost in the noise of ***** hands clapping How I imagine As I am sliding into home In our shower The soft patter of water on the curtain is stadium applause Let me run grooves in your shapely pattern Your laughter is a full circle homerun from heartache Save me again sweet music Open plain gunshot buildup And then a noise so booming it is silence And us Ninth inning deathbed lovers Gently sliding into home
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
*** and Baseball
She laughs as I tell her how The way she devours her stadium dog Is so ******* I can’t concentrate Only we are interrupted by The crack of gunshot over an open plain It is followed by a hoorah hurricane So unison I stop trying to make her laugh Think about the car ride later And being stuck in traffic And sliding gently into home I want to tell her about years from now Ninth inning deathbed passion When my red seems finally begin to burst their cotton About the splinters living inside of my hands I was living with them inside of my hands That’s why I was so rough sometimes How the scotch guard kept the **** off of my knees I loved to trace the outline of her ***** diamond Until there were grooves in there And my initials in her catchers mound We are so much hoarse voices Lost in the noise of ***** hands clapping How I imagine As I am sliding into home In our shower The soft patter of water on the curtain is stadium applause Let me run grooves in your shapely pattern Your laughter is a full circle homerun from heartache Save me again sweet music Open plain gunshot buildup And then a noise so booming it is silence And us Ninth inning deathbed lovers Gently sliding into home
This poem was a challenge to me to write about baseball. I wrote about this instead. Close enough I think.
jon-tobias
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
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