blue balled/on glory's teat

"... -s ball hit well...TO THE TRACK (!),
TO THE WALL (!)..."

the batted ball lands in a mitt
impotent as
uranium with ghandi


"...5 seconds to go.
...he crosses over.
FADE AWAY JUMPER..."

the ball loves to become
tremble on rupture
spinspinspinning
spinnin'round that rim:
it falls off the wagon
into a gray oblivion

_____________________


"...right on, right on."

"..."

"yeah, no one really gets that."

"..."

"..."

"...pedestal, dude."

"..., cynical bastard...
................................
..TO HOPEFUL ROMANTICISM!"

"give me a call."

days later and they
in localized catatonia
think of past glorious days
muttering,"End Trivia."