Talkin’ Baseball

Talkin’ baseball—
because stratospheric stadia
Talkin’ baseball—
because red carpeted rest

Talkin’ baseball—
because mellow balm of time
Talkin’ baseball—
because four for four seasons

Sayin’ baseball—
because spinning hey baskets
Sayin’ baseball—
because clips of San Francisco Seal

Sayin’ baseball—
because spikes cried up sliding
Sayin’ baseball—
because black glove is the pitch

Hearin’ baseball—
because peanut meat dripping
Hearin’ baseball—
because sun flower seed spit

Hearin’ baseball—
because Bazooka is all a-clumpin’
Hearin’ baseball—
because bellying an itch

Lovin’ baseball—
because mysterious October
Lovin’ baseball—
because of April’s flaxen stalk of hair

Lovin’ baseball—
because rebirth dews August
Lovin’ baseball
without any fear

Dreidelech

Not forced conviviality
a blissed declivity

The race you put up
of falsehood dogs

Having a response
fulminating attacks

Footfalls of the child
first train done gone

Not forced conviviality
a blissed declivity

The race you put up
of falsehood dogs

Having a response
ruminating tracks

Footfalls of your child
first train done gone

a humanist

lose at the mind placed
to one side

entrapper of tales, a trumpet
flower-tree

being easy any way — open grief
sinking in

set on back away,
a hebrewite

wept from his beard,
hat as

an arc, chasing
a block