Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Koeneke and Fisher


benjamin friedlander

So now we can recognize
by a bend in the photographic emulsion trail when you shimmy
how old your neutrino oscillations are

and how they occur
against your small mass
as novel long-range American radio forces
bring you dispersion and sleep

hang up the empire,
frag its best students—
every vertical Sicily calls on you

to ease the live protons
in trucks for quick movement
a century's casings
spent on your holiday boots.




I’ll trade you my Willie McGee

for your Gary Templeton

they don’t necessarily have to be about baseball

but the crack of the bat made me think

I could write a novel

hope springs eternal

lost in the sun

can we keep our beloved in the area

the pop up we get our dreams from

Cheyenne Mize will you marry me

to dive in the outfield

I’m down on one knee

do you mind making that 3 hotdogs

on the verge of a shutout

this is baseball it’s impossible to shut out the world

especially on the way in the stadium

bringing the heat today I yelled

this is our year

let the idiots stay home

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