It’s the new plan, Shooter.  Poetry for broken systems.  Insurance rider attached. 

Fishhooks the size of anchors have started falling from the sky. It’s happening two or three times a week...

She can pack what remains of the pancreas like a Tetris pro. But at night she dreams of Lily.

flowering and husking in the cornfield. Blooming / and ripping ourselves open. Surprising even our kin.

When talking dirty, be sure to use action words and nouns that cause pictures inside people’s heads. End with an image and don't explain. 

You tell Jeff Bridges you fear
your dying breath will be just like
the whimper you make when trying
to remove glitter polish from your
toenails. He sets his guitar down on
the fur

tell me, what are we looking for, don’t die right now

Because sharks mate / by just passing for a moment / before separating forever and / because his dog died...

its dreams are a whetstone // it sharpens itself all night long.

At a certain point, / no sex becomes a little Branch Davidian

Kathy Acker was sick of shaving her legs.  Every time she shaved them she cut herself.  It didn’t matter if the blade was dull or sharp.  Inevitably the blade would steal pieces of her knee. 

DREAM

Our legs are stilts. Beyond our ankles
are the blunt ends of crutches. Our feet
are missing. But our hands are fine,
Boy says. There’s a rope suspended
between our bodies. Our

a split bowl of suns dissolving a table

One girl watches the boys make a bomb of birds

There was a thunderstorm
but nobody wanted it. It just sat there...

No people are my people. I am without a means of saving anyone.

September 9, 2007

Add incandescent dedication to six gold gloves
and get a damaged biceps tendon, a bad back and
a "loose body" removed from the bicep joint
in a

coach wont stop yelling
"watch the signs from the bench coach!"
but i hate bunting
- Brad Epperson



Swing Through
In sheer disbelief
Having swung through the fastball
He

A swing and a miss.
And now the lone samurai
Returns to the bench.
        - Ted Weir 



Longball
The flyball skies

Night game 
 raining on and off 
 seats in right field 
 peanuts, nachos, hot dogs 
souvenir cap 
 in fancy modern non-classic design

Strolling 
 to center field to peer over the