-heehaw requiem-

the experience

is held to my face in the morning

over coffee and cereal and the occasional
thought of a cigarette.

then when the Clippers beat the Bombers

and the Comets beat the Jets

the Comets played the Clippers.

maybe the break of morning

will be fruitful

and the experience fulfilled.

the green-trimmed Clippers

black trim of the Jets

blue trim of the Bombers

and the Comets trimmed in red.

the Comets trail a dirty ice over the infield,

it bleeds from the crack in the sky.

but the Clippers sail fast on the sea,

cut the salt-water to a fine mist at the bow.

but closing the distance strains the tense rigging.

destination!

but the experience cracks.

it’s raining heavily.

the shower’s the Comets shower.

Clippers shuffle in their spikes

over the outfield grass toward home

sounding hard by the bow

on their drop to the locker.

Comets fly fast enough.

I’m speechless.

cracked glass, heavy rain, an empty park.

"gloom, despair and agony on me,—

deep dark depression,

excessive misery.

if it weren't for bad luck

I’d have no luck at all.

gloom, despair and agony on me."

we blew a three

run lead in the ninth.

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