Dog men bark in afternoon breezes,
fetching papers to train masters, tails awag
for justice. The bone of existence. They run
in packs, an army of homeless carnivores
clawing evening alleys for scrap iron and wire,
building small houses of waste and wood.
They snap and chew, growling stomachs,
barking backs, teeth bared, fur matted,
sleeping on cardboard. Until morning unleashes
the muzzle and they hunt again, howling for god.
Don’t blame me for the bees’ suicide.
I don’t control the planet: I’m just on for the ride.
The melting ice up north that’s going to make the planet neat
Insures there’ll be a channel some day where there’s now a street.
Am I sitting on your flower?
Have I taken all your power?
If I come back in an hour
Will you even be around?
If I pull the big alarm
can it still undo the harm?
Will the third time be the charm
or must we move to higher ground?
Scientists predict a run of great catastrophes.
Since there’ll be no underground, we’ll have to live in trees.
Fighting crows and vultures for our food will be a pain.
Sunburned fish will float by in the wake of acid rain.
Somewhere strangers sit and cultivate an inner peace.
Fatalists are hollering, "Remember Rome and Greece."
What’s abundant got redundant, then just disappeared.
With a bang we had to face the whimper that we feared.
We used to dress in chinos,now we’re just neutrinos,
floating in the cosmic wash of space.
Where used to be the earth, there’s just a blackened dearth,
a soul-less void that used to be our place.
*END* (or sing forever…
The Frank Sinatra hologram
is just an advertising scam.
He’ll drink with you and sing a song,
but bring your credit card along.
Faux Frank does not croon on the house.
In this sham rat pack, you’re the mouse.
Bats without balls
often cling to walls.
They can hear a pitch resound.
That’s why they hang upside down.
They can sense the stitches turn
in their radar fueled nocturne.
Bats, not balls, are taking flight
in the diamond moonlit night.
C- Manuel "Trans" Mission
(first transgender major leaguer)
1B- Lancelot "Red" Cox
2B- Levelone Bitterson
(never forgave pressure of name)
SS- Valenzuela "Dough" Meaney
(mom from Mexico, dad from Detroit)
3B- Conner Store
LF- Phlint "Striker" Locke
(well-travelled player rep)
CF- Marlon "Jackson" Martinette
(moonwalks the substantial pasture)
RF- Peter "Gray" Harris
(has got the arm)
P- Bumbershoot "Perry" Winkles
(never been rained out)
[LET THE GAMES BEGIN]
Ron Swoboda, Baltimore born, played right field for Mets.
Helped beat O’s in a series with a catch no one forgets.
Bud Black pitched for fifteen years, won one ring with K.C.
He manages the Padres now, succeeding Bruce Bochy.
Tony Fernandez helped Jays to series win at short.
He was perhaps the skinniest switch hitter in the sport.
Garrett Anderson played the most games in Angel history.
He won a series, Home Run Derby and the All-Star MVP.
Wilbert Robinson breathed baseball; life was just a hobby.
Eighteen years he managed Brooklyn, nicknamed "Uncle Robbie."
"Nippy" Jones was hit on foot by pitch in series game.
A turning point, shoe polish on the ball confirmed his claim.
Harmon Killebrew was six times A.L. homer champ,
The Hall-of-Famer’s best years spent in Senator/Twin camp.
Bob Shaw beat Sandy Koufax in a one-oh series duel.
He once balked five times in a game and that was not too cool.
Fred Gladding pitched for thirteen years as Tiger and Astro.
His lifetime batting average, oh-sixteen, is record low.
Al Downing, little lefty, came from Trenton to the Yanks.
He served up Hank’s seven-fifteen. For that we owe him thanks.
Don Baylor played in series three straight years with different clubs.
The power hitter later managed both Rockies and Cubs.
Mark Grace, as Cub in nineties, had most hits in the decade.
He finally won a ring after a Diamondback upgrade.
Gus Zernial was A.L. homer champ in fifty-one.
His baseball card the next year, balls-on-bat, was really fun.
Eddie Kasko, ex-infielder, helmed Red Sox for four seasons.
Had winning record but no first place for Oriole reasons.
Rico Petrocelli played both short and third, Red Sox his team.
He and Yaz were all stars in the Sox failed "Impossible Dream."
Jim Edmonds won eight gold gloves as an Angel and a Card.
He hit with power, won a ring. He could patrol that yard.
Babe Herman hit for the cycle a co-record three times.
His fielding and base running were considered minor crimes.
"Home Run" Brown, a longtime Monarch, is now in the Hall of Fame.
Better-known Josh Gibson gave Willard the powerful nickname.
Bill Robinson played sixteen years and got one series ring.
As hitting coach for Mets and Marlins, later got more bling.
Derek Jeter, twenty-year Yanks’ shortstop will step down.
Wearing five rings, his next destination’s Cooperstown.