strike one, strike two? and there she goes, another update

another from Humbly, I Offer These Awkward Poems - unpublished manuscript (but it was accepted ... oh yeah, i think i mentioned that once before .... so much for that. can't change the histories.) Anyway, it's baseball season, and well, this one has a reference to a baseball god (Joltin' Joe hisself!!) ... well, baseball is my favorite sport ... and we're still working without a contract at the papermill. all sorts of comparisons to the 2001 season, and the strike that changed my universe ....



3 DOGS OF SUMMER

the three dogs of summer (Sloth,
Lust & a freshly mowed Outfield)
insist DiMaggio is not dead
& Ezra Pound still writes Cantos they will
never understand but continue reading.

there are snakes in the hour glass again
& all the prophecies they tell are lies.

the mirror becomes a doorway.
i still cannot time curve balls
& Ezra does not respond to dinner invitations.
the three dogs of summer remind me
of the wind through platinum hair.

the snakes have comet eyes
& i am afraid
all their prophecies have come to pass.