Knobby

For peter bochner

I awoke one morning
And I was Chuck Knobaluch
knobby
lost the ability to throw the ball to first base

I’d move from third
to shortstop
To second
My arm suspect
Some bat
Good onbase Percentage
Not a detriment
In the field
And i could handle the pepper

And was glad for the spot
and yes theyd found a spot for me
second

until i couldnt catch a fish
in a barrel
or drop a wad
in a urinal
or hit a giant enos side of the barn
slaughter

I knew it would come
To something like this
But not
This

I thought I'd be a bug
kafkaeque

but I am a knoblauch
knobby
and yet
the grounders
the fungo
wont stop.