Hair in a pony tail, ball cap on.
Wearin’ my team colors, ready to rock on.
Husband agitated cause I’m makin’ him wait.
Hey, gotta have my face on, I gotta look great!
Finally at the ballpark, game already rockin’.
Peanut shells crunchin’ quickly walkin’.
“Excuse me, Pardon me”.  Finally to our seats.
Hot dog and a beer.  This is hard to beat.
Into the first inning and our team at the plate.
Ooh, it’s my favorite player and he is lookin’ great!
Strike one.  Ball one.  Strike two and then,
A crack as wood meets leather and that ball is gone forever.
As one, the crowd roars and on our feet we stand and grin,
We watch our hero round the bases and bring that first run in.
Back and forth the score goes; it’s the bottom of the ninth inning.
Two outs already, bases loaded, our last chance at winning.
Crowd silent, on our feet as my hero takes his stance.
Only down by one, we know this is his chance.
They’ve brought the “closer” in, the one with all the skills.
He’s throwin’ heat, he’s throwin’ low, he’s going for the ****.
A nasty strike zooms o’er the plate and a collective gasp is heard.
My guy steps back, deep breath in, and not a single word.
Ball one is what the next pitch is and the crowd begins to whisper,
My batter glares toward the mound, “That all you got there, Mister?”
The pitcher shakes off two signals from the catcher,
Checks the runners on the bases, winds up the widow maker.
Like lightning that ball leaves his hand, and with a mighty swing,
He hits the best grand slam homerun that we have ever seen.
Our team has won, the crowd goes wild, the stadium is rockin’!
Our boys are roundin’ those bases and not a one of them is walkin’!
Hand slappin’ our seat mates and huggin on each other.
A long night of baseball ended.  Don’t you just love those boys of summer?


Copyright, 9/8/09 Peggy Montgomery

slap the box and
call me poison-us-
with fight songs,
not our trees.

The leaves fall
halo-like the root
ground angels that
they are.

Thats something
im gonna say I remember
tires, pavement and small
wet kisses.

Tired, paying and seams
of brain, hitting the floor
dancing. Dancing.

Dance, prance, stamped
on the back of my neck,
nicknamed. Self-proclaimed.

And,
I probably wont remember your name.

The game is in the tough turf,
rough birds, reads yellow on
red, branded
Crimson at birth.

I heard it the first time…
Denny Chimes. I got
soul,

but I am not sold, here.
You no arts kid.
You ***** breathed skid.
You ******* no color bid.
You wise eyed pig.
coonass roux grit rig.
pompous junk drunk jig.
keg king fit for fear fig.

God is in the pavement,
and the Bible is on my belt.

And I cant STAND the fact that
you need help.

roundin up the wheels
of my drinks in hand
till the cows don't come home.

I dont want to be alone,
sing till the loam becomes sand.
And its quick,
to fall far from plan.

You're skinny and you misstep,
but I kept the ideas on head,
not a.
I walked down that sidewalk,
liked I owned the place.

And I did,
when I was not the case…
I screamed at your window,
a few months later.

I hope you heard me.

I DONT CARE IF YOU’RE A STAR!
did you hear me?
My skin may bubble,
but its not allowed to scar.

And it doesnt
because I said so.
If I could go back,
I would heal from you.

Blue.

Loves in
two,

more
than
two…

less than two.


One.


One decision I did not make,
changed my fate.
a date.

Now labeled and baited.
again and again
and again.
Tell me of my sins.

I wanna smash that
bullet between your ears.
Its been jamming around for years.

You wanna root my fears
in what is up here,  perhaps
appears
before mirrors.

shards halfway into you,
we broke through and became one.

Tears, terrors,
and pinkie swearers before God
(waittryitagainImeanit)
BEFORE GOD…

I love you.

Above all,
I adore you.
implore you,

to see this,
in true
living
lovers.
Count my confessions
one
two
three
its too many to say
what I ran from,
but,
I can name the cracks
in the concrete
four
five
six
I didn't pick up any
thick licks of honey
ringing the horns that
sounded the years
of long bad ticks.
I don’t have
     any
new tricks
seven
eight
nine
im fine
ten
and I've hurt you again.

Thats a lie and I just might win.

sly over there, a violin of concocted *** coils
of Cmon— let me hear that again.

Your songs are lucid and the spit is acid.
Thats why I became his main assettttttttttttttt
tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
t t talk is cheap
but my body is cheaper…

You looked at me that way,
spinning my hay for whats its worth
and at least
you fed it to your horses.

everything runs its courses,
the forces
carry my wheels packed with my life
in a bag.
Jet lagged from flights to hell
and back-packed ready
to see my God in the pavements— away close to home
with the Bible on my belt.

I felt
the tilted welt
split its rock
and crumble tumble down my throat
into my gullet
swift like velvet, memories tell it…

That my fiction is now Non,
and the friction is gone—down the road


with me.

jist of the pencil ontoward stencile fare im the dented pair
my eyes illuminate chizzled chairs as i sit and and stare
imma missionare with a wepon i dont get to share not usually
usin me brute gotta few screws to bleed its human see got
cheddar from a drop now im livin off cresining slots
guess its all about the hue ive not wanted to fume aloft
confuse the cost of a few to drip im askew as often i think
every second wondering how ive brought these words
to scene im a bird of bees what a cur to bring upsure
thats a word id sing if i ever get the chance to bleed out
im dancin free now with a lance at feet such a standard
fee up on the cran of berrie share with me your dreams
ive had an opal tell me it could see inside the hazels
i placed it in those stables wrote a book about the fable
now im thoughtless wrong on the jot get craw fished
couple dotted on the map with a lapse in the lisps actin
amiss never ona matress stackin those fists jack hit the
wrist hard whole arms just a bit scared never saw it
then it came in a scream i was aimed at the tree forrest
here to be so flourish i suppose im morbid listening
what a **** on the mill never knew me to be real i suppose
cause i aint gonna pose id rather go ghost so im super
striffle in the iffle of a glow holy show down comin
through the snow town feel it like a mode now i could
spit a sow wit stable as a hit able bit taken from kid
shame i slipped aim why to miss dame **** you did
imma sickness you cant rid is that for hidden messages
on your skype gettin medicines definite the media
needs an epipen its eprinefrine thats contenteded with
place a bottle on the box then i bent the slick severed
mentions of contorments ona flounder roundin hords
ima sore sword flowin more coarse than a shores chores
cords how you ploy when im four force for course of
action combat the blackened strip upon my faction