Saturday, March 25, 2006


For peter bochner

I awoke one morning
And I was Chuck Knobaluch
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

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

I knew it would come
To something like this
But not

I thought I'd be a bug

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

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