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All Star Game

 

 

                                                                                            (for T.W.)

Summer’s clock is all time great passing.

July sneaky fast

will not be in the line-up tonight.

The disabled list

of the terrible now.

Besides that view

from the dugout is fine

and as close as

you can get to it from here.

June is out.

Been out.

Won’t be back this season.

August is on deck.

Looks hungry.

Rubs dirt on his hands.

Take a few practice swings.

 

They all dream of October.

But wonder who will be left

around to see her.

 

They know this game.

Once your out…

your…

 

Time has no extra innings here in the ballpark earth.

The Umpires name is…

 

So there is the sound of the faceless throng

roaring twilight shrouds of dusk and down the power alleys.

You make the call on the curves of youth’s shoulders.

All her tight brown curls laid out infield triangle like.

 

Do you remember the summer you polished that diamond?

 

All-star game tonight.

Summer’s clock is all time great passing.

 

                                                                                                7/01

 

The Poetry Pitcher

 

Listen there kid

if you want to get

up here and throw in

this game

there are a few things

you had better know

right off the bat.

Plan on going the distance.

Plan on going 9

Forget all this BS

about pitch counts

quality starts

or just wanting to contribute

and help the ball club.

Useless clichés

About as useful

as BP plywood flat fastballs.

Take my advice

If you are lucky

enough to be given

the ball and stand up on this mound.

Don’t even think about

being done until the job is finished

and it’s been put in the books.

Sure you want to show off your heat

your fast ball

you want to blow them all away.

Firing aspirins

is only cool if somebody has a headache

and chances are you’re the one

that gave it to them.

Sorry kid.

It will bore them

Put them to sleep.

You’ll fail to connect

and be yanked early.

So mix up your pitches

Don’t tip your next delivery

Use the change up

Sharp breaking Sliders are cool.

Good Curve balls are a delight.

Just keep pitching in there.

Move along.

 

Don’t take forever,

keep the game moving

and if he crowd gets restless

and you think you’re not getting

the right calls on your stuffs location ?

 

Don’t get pissed

and start throwing chin music

at people’s heads

Dangerous stuff

bean a nut bag like Jimmy Piersall

(and believe me there’s always one out there)

and they will charge the mound

or wait for you after the reading

outside the Café to kick your ass.

 

 

Sure you can brush them back

move them off the plate

give them something to think about.

Purpose pitches are useful in that respect.

But have a point out there.

So think carefully about throwing a lot of junk.

Not everybody loves, gets or appreciates

screwballs, spitters or knuckleheads

 

O sorry I meant knuckle balls.

You’re going to need those too.

Big iron ones.

Not everybody is going to get your stuff

In fact better get used to the idea of

catcalls, booing and hecklers

but probably the most common reaction

you can expect is indifference,

silence and scouting reports that call you washed

up before you get your shot and your best stuff

is a weak punch and Judy derivate can of corn.

 

You’ve got to expect this.

Remember you aren’t the whole game up there.

You’re only one player

Sure you’ve been given the ball

The chance to throw for strikes

to be the one in the center of the diamond

For crying out loud do yourself and

all of us a big goddamn favor

Act like you belong to be out there.

Know your location

Watch your pitch count

Have command of your stuff

 

 

It’s all anybody can really ask.

 

                                                                                                 From The Terrible Now    6/2008

 

 

Happens Every Spring

 

 

And he wraps

his fingers

around the pen

holding it in

his hand

like it was his

favorite bat

and takes

a 1-2-3

series of practice

swings

crouching into stance

while setting his

place between the

white caulk lines

of the pages

batters box

looking out a the pitcher

and nods in acknowledgement

with a slow sure steady stare

glaring a certain degree

of due respect

but….

 

Thinking

Hell yes….

 

I can hit this guy.

 

                                                               4/2010

 

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