cut! cut! cut! / another in a series of bad mood poetry

damn the founding fathers

screw the dow jones industrial average

damn the cockeyed decisions of the council

made for "the common good"

screw the umpires and batters and the girls

who shagged foul balls in their prettiness

damn the rich and the poor and the working class.

––do you remember the downpour in the middle

of the 5th, when the game was in a rain delay,

and the live-on-air television camera focused-in

on a solitary young man sitting in the abandoned stands

as everybody else skedaddled for shelter, and as the camera

zoomed in on him, drenched as a fish, glistening in drab-

green polyester, said: “fuck you!” with its international,

affirmative middle-finger gesture?–– that guy, that fish of a man,

pissed-off at the world because the world had failed him again,

in that singular moment of decisiveness had his say, and I loved that guy!––

well,...screw him, too.