A Baseball Poem

there’s that one poem where GOD gets really mad/ at the angels because they’re knocking everybody/ in the head with their big ole wings and that other one/ the one that the sort-of sexy poet read in SOHO in the 90’s/ which I think was about the astros and his mother/ but was definitely about striking out BAD/ what I mean is: everybody needs a baseball poem/ with dust and peanuts and fly-balls and in this one/ I’m making YOU bob horner before he went to japan/ and I’m making YOU love me the big screen’s going  …

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