Baseball Poem

WHY BASEBALL WALTZES WITH LETTERS

   by Tim Peeler

A Faulkner sentence is an extra inning game, Simply and finally playing through its Will and exhaustion.

Third Base Coach signals are ee cummings poems-
Gimmicky, sure, but meaningful in their color
When you break the code. 

The prisons play contests of Bukowski prose,
Where a stolen base may be a literal image
And everybody gambles nothing. 

Weird killers load the bases at a
Stephen King Little League field, the sequel,
A grand slam promise at the bank. 

Although Poe would never sit through nine,
His words are a dark season in the cellar,
A team leaving town and the death of a Beautiful groupie. 

Finally, Wolfe who wrote slugfest
Double-headers played to million-footed
Throngs, then flickered like so many other
Stars never meant for extra innings.

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---  with the permission of the author, from his
book of baseball poetry:

“Waiting for Godot's First Pitch”
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