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  1. brian backman wrote,


    Thought you would like to know your web-site was mentioned in a Free Press article by Ernie Harwell a few weeks ago.

  2. annie d. wrote,

    just making y’all aware, in case you weren’t already, of the joe torre haiku “contest” going on at

  3. Joyce A. Fenech wrote,

    Just want to thank you first of all for writing “The Silver Lining or Atleast the Yankees Lost”. It clearly
    expressed my sentiments along with the sentiments of most other Tiger Fans I know. And second of all for sending the autographed copy! I’m looking for the appropriate frame. My husband is a huge Yankee Fan, I of course am not. But rest assured it will be hung proudly in a place of honor!Thanks Again!

  4. Gene Carney wrote,

    Just found your site, thanx to my daughter (who found your postcard in a Seattle store). I wrote most of my baseball poetry before the Selig Strike of 94-95 … some is in “Romancing the Horsehide” (McFarland, 1993) and more coming out this spring in A BASEBALL FAMILY ALBUM — see

    Are you in any way connected (yet) to SABR ( which has a national network of folks devoted in various ways to baseball & the arts?

    Or to the Baseball Reliquary? Or the L.A. Bards?


  5. surlyh wrote,


    Love the site. I’ll send you a few lines one of these days.


  6. Inforerse wrote,

    I can get boistrous with my sensitive heat Fresh joke! Which side of a dog has the most hair? The out side.

  7. Cvecukje wrote,


  8. Thomas M. McDade wrote,

    Would you publish this haiku composed by my wife?

    David Wright

    David wright does not
    Succumb to injured digit
    Whether hand or foot

    Carol S. McDade

  9. patrick hogan wrote,

    Jerry Manuel
    optimism waning
    rain without a cloud

  10. Anthony Salazar wrote,

    Pay-Rod left our town
    To seek fame and great fortune
    Pity his poor choices

  11. Patrick Hogan wrote,

    David wright concussed
    the mark of Cain on his head
    is he disabled?

  12. sandrar wrote,

    Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog. :) Cheers! Sandra. R.

  13. Stephen Jones wrote,


    A foul off the bat
    is simply that recovered


    handed off to younger hands
    an exchange a part of history

  14. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Here is a baseball riddle I made up. I sent it to Tim McCarver who said it was too easy. Is it? We know Tim is smart.

    At some point during a scoreless game Team A scores one run. Thereafter each team scores 2 runs in its inning until the game is over. Who wins?

  15. James Finn Garner wrote,

    I’m gonna say Team A, but I’m probably wrong, Batman.

  16. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Here’s a hint. The team that just finished batting is always one run ahead. So the tean that bats last wins.

  17. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Nice, Ed, I could feel it. Even if was the Yankees and not the Red Sox and Fenway Park.

  18. Edmund Conti wrote,


    and fongools.

  19. Edmund Conti wrote,

    May the Blue Jay of Happiness Fly Up Your Nose

    Is pitching a sport or an art?
    Reyes lost twenty-eight straight
    Which isn’t that great
    But all in all it’s a start.

  20. Stephen Jones wrote,

    The Yankees/Mariano Rivera

    I guess there’s a question of ageing
    Waging within this team
    Locker room the tabloids & else wise
    Whatever it is a chatter ream

    But tell me how Mariano Rivera
    Now still scares batters?
    How one pitch delivered
    To perfection crafted over years

    Still splinters ash
    & confounds?
    After a record 1000 games
    His home still the mound

  21. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Maybe This Time (Hah!)

    Th Red Sox started off in slings
    But now they’re in the thick of things.
    This is the team that I remember–
    Giving us hope until September.

  22. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Pretty impressive preceding Jim Daniels in the line-up. Now, if I can just get on base…

  23. michael x. ferraro wrote,

    James: Love your site. Discovered it late last season while writing poems for this new book…

    Will send some originals your way this season– have seven or eight in the works right now. Would love it if you find “Tased & Amused: The Shocking Poetic Recap of the 2010 Baseball Season” worthy of mention.

  24. Edmund Conti wrote,

    for mxf–

    Don’t tease us
    Or tase us.
    Just please us,
    Amaze us.

  25. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Fourth of July

    Third inning. Second game.
    This is where I came in.

  26. Stephen Jones wrote,


    Baseball & fallability?
    A sport of humanity
    Of human error
    Of endless furor
    “He’s safe! He’s out!”

    But baseball is not
    An exercise in replay
    Whatever current sway

    Complained during
    Winter months expectation
    & lifetime dreams
    Caring little for precision
    Just passion

    (More for the argument
    “He’s safe! He’s out!”)

  27. Edmund Conti wrote,

    ,,,and the Living is Easy

    The Sox are our team says the Bahd
    Plus the students who haunt Hahvahd Yahd.
    Just enjoy if you wish
    This great summery dish.
    By autumn, you know, we’ll get scrod.

  28. P Douglas K wrote,

    Roses are Red
    and lightening bugs glow
    Just leave the game

    (1 minute poem on a $5 bet)

  29. P Douglas K wrote,

    Marisa Tomei is quite the fox
    Jim Thome’s got 600 knocks

  30. Stephen Jones wrote,


    An Oklahoma flash
    Out of “shucks” and a beer can
    He swung for pleasure

  31. George Bowering wrote,

    I’ll never see his like again,
    My favourite hitter, Ferris Fain.

    In London, Amsterdam and Paris,
    They talk of nothing else but Ferris.

    He always managed to amaze,
    This handsome batsman of the A’s.

  32. Pseud à Nîmes wrote,

    Glowering at Bowering by Pseud à Nîmes

    New York, London, Paris, Munich
    Everybody talk about, mmm….
    Pop music, aye, and news and sport
    But to bardball blast, we must retort

    From the bleachers, and godly seats
    Loving testimonies – and testy tweets
    Au contraire, in Europe there is but little
    Interest – like our economy, entirely brittle

    In our excitement, we do refrain
    From all small talk, of one Ferris Fain
    Unknown to us, across the Golden Pond
    In our view, his sport just a frond

    Of the nascent game we called rounders
    Those damn Yankees – cads and bounders! 😉

    Note :

    In response to George Bowering’s ‘Ferris Fain’.

    Totally tongue-in-cheek!

    And I’m sure London, Amsterdam and Paris are well represented place names in the US!

  33. adam wrote,

    Please check out my poem at:

  34. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Anytime There’s Baseball

    Anytime baseball happens
    one’s mind is relieved

    like dreams sometimes relaxed

    by hardball & glove
    by bat & smack

  35. Stephen Jones wrote,

    No comment. Still waiting for one.

  36. Stephen Jones wrote,

    A nice, warm thought.

  37. Hilary Barta wrote,

    Cubs-Nationals, Opening Day 2012

    As the management turns a new leaf
    The old fans are relearning their grief
    As the ace, Dempster’s strong,
    But then brace for what’s wrong,
    And make plans to get burned in relief.

  38. John Shea wrote,

    Hey Stu, here are some more haikus:


    If I could, I’d pay
    to send my problems away
    to Pittsburgh PA.


    Who’s Who in Baseball
    lists every major leaguer,
    even the Astros.


    Not even Magic
    could conjure up contention
    for these Dodger Dogs.


    Katniss Everdeen
    might win more Games in Denver
    than Jeremy will

  39. Samantha wrote,

    Strike Three
    By: Samantha Sakolari

    The batter stepped up to the plate,
    We were hoping it wasn’t too late,
    A home run we needed,
    So we all cheered and pleaded,
    Would this victory be left up to fate?

    The first pitch the ump called the ball,
    The next pitch was fouled off the wall,
    The third pitch went high,
    On the fourth we let out a sigh,
    As strike two was the umpires call!

    The next pitch was called ball three,
    Then the crowd shouted with glee,
    As the last pitch soared far,
    And hit a parked car,
    Giving out team the victory!

  40. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Fenway’s 100th Anniversary

    Red Sox and Yankees

    Oldtime “unies” nice to see

    Old as rivalry

  41. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Humber’s perfect pitch
    His done-slider mostly it
    Good for The White Sox

  42. Stephen Jones wrote,

    (Today, April 21, 2012)”

    Smooth as a dirt road
    Is Yankees/Red Sox baseball
    Outside of the box

    Balance of power
    Forgotten in a bar room
    Rivalry enthus’d

    Fenway favorites?
    Arguably Yankee bats
    & sometimes pitching

    Whatever contour
    Green historic rivalry
    Yankees/Red Sox works

  43. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    Pleading for Clemens-y

    All the bailiffs had better beware
    Warning signs of the Rocket’s red glare.
    The courtroom could end up like Gaza,
    With a gavel fired at Piazza,
    And McNamee on his derriere.

  44. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,


    Jamie Moyer, long of tooth
    Nabs a win at 49.
    Never pitched to old Babe Ruth
    But babysat him one time.

  45. Bob Carlton wrote,

    When Any Lot Would Do

    the ground ball skips
    kicking up dust
    and the smell
    of wild onions
    gathering stains
    breaking stitches
    before finally spinning
    into the comfort
    of a glove
    just as worn

  46. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Jamie Moyer

    When growing old
    Is mandatory

    Growing up
    Is optional

  47. Bob Carlton wrote,

    Walk Off

    the ball dis-
    appears in-
    to the night

    lifting our
    best hopes
    to flight

  48. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    Chris Davis’s 0-fer-8 night ended in bliss.
    Five times did the DH swing-swing-swing and miss.
    So, post-platinum sombrero, why the big grin?
    ‘Cause he tossed two scoreless and picked up the win.

  49. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,


    With the Washington Nine on the rise,
    They’re the National League’s big surprise.
    So I’m thinking Cole shoulda thunk twice
    Before making the choice to plunk Bryce
    ‘Cause now the Nats have fire in their eyes.

  50. Stephen Jones wrote,


    There’s no reason to argue
    or to spew

    The American League East
    is the best


    Boston? New York? Tampa?
    Baltimore too?

    (And Toronto in the mix as well?)

    But to shift gears
    and memory/years:

    Despite all the hiccups
    the HGHs and PEDs

    baseball the purity of it
    continues to confound/explain

    why a summer day or in rain
    ball-to-bat glove-and-ball

    fascinates us all

  51. patrick wrote,

    David wright scorching
    Teddy Ballgame shakes his head
    summer slump ahead

  52. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    The loose luggage of Jonathan Lucroy
    Makes it tough for Brew Crew fans to enjoy
    This stretch of the season
    As they squirm with unease
    And wonder why a valise would destroy?

  53. James Motz wrote,

    Double E6

    Peralta sees the hardball skip
    Sees the speedy runner tip
    To slide for second, flips
    The ball to force… no? Oh sh**!
    How’s he safe? Man, better get
    Ready for the next man’s hit
    Campana’s fast, let it rip!
    Bang bang out! No?! Frick!
    Umps call safe – here’s the Skip
    Doesn’t matter, Cubs are slick
    And set for win. Jhonny spits
    his disgust. Tomorrow…

    …he will hit.

  54. Mark Smith wrote,

    Tigers’ Wrigley Haiku

    Tigers at Wrigley
    Victory thrown to the wind
    Sweet Home Chicago

  55. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    Only In Baseball

    Foul poles which are fair,
    the hidden ball trick.
    Ivy-covered walls,
    Willie and The Mick.
    Baltimore chops,
    in-between hops.
    Don’t you love the
    stale gum from Topps?
    The bullpen phone,
    two-out rally.
    Farm league down South
    name of Sally.
    Lazy pop flies,
    hustle base hits.
    Phantom D.P.’s,
    battles of wits.
    Nice guys finish last,
    The Babe called his blast.
    Insurance runs
    and radar guns.
    Rain delays, then
    lost in the sun.
    Dropping a hammer
    can buckle the knees.
    With ducks on the pond,
    a suicide squeeze?

  56. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    Homer Most Foul
    (Deep Thoughts with Carlos Gomez)

    I lead off the game with a blast to the stands.
    Easing into a trot I’m clapping my hands.
    The headlines will read “A Tone-Setting Hero”!
    But… hey, why’s the scoreboard still stuck on zero?

  57. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    Stop One Upton Me Already

    The hundredth homer by my brother
    Inspires my rebuttal– another.

  58. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    October On A Shoestring

    Those Oakland A’s are on the pennant track,
    With Billy Beane stalking the giants like Jack.
    Up the standings they rise,
    A low-budget surprise–
    The “Moneyball” Crew is back in the black.

  59. michael galer wrote,

    The Tigers hope in 5 thru 9

    All will be forgiven’
    If we keep on livin’
    Oh 5 thru 9 please get on base

    I’m not lyin
    I’ve been cryin
    When you’re up to bat in your place

    The hittin coach is at fault, the nerve!
    He never taught you to hit the curve.
    Oh 5 thru 9 you can ding their ace.

    You could really help down the stretch
    Maybe it’s Roy’s “Wonderboy” you could fetch
    Oh 5 thru 9 join the chase

    Only 10 games remain
    All year you have driven me insane
    Oh 5 thru 9 please help us win the race

  60. Bradley Peraino wrote,

    Detroit Tigers 2012
    Miggy won the Triple Crown; MVP is no debate.
    Prince has also put up big while standing at the plate.
    J.V. is up for the CY Young; his second in two years.
    Max, has been unhittable; he leaves the field to cheers.

    Jackson ran the center field, he never left his feet.
    Berry couldn’t be thrown out, he just has too much heat. Avila caught the balls and strikes, with a little help from Laird. Peralta and Infante; a descent middle once they’re paired.

    Valverde heads the bullpen, with Dotel, Benoit and Coke. When Alburquerque gets brought in, he’s always throwing smoke. Dirks has come through in the clutch; he’s this year’s big surprise. The ball has looked a little big in Delmon’s DH eyes.

    The team was led by Leyland; the boss, the chief, the skip. He guided them through every game, McClendon on his hip. This awesome baseball season has been brought to us by God. And, almost every play I watched this year, was called by Mario and Rod.

    ~ Bradley A. Peraino

  61. Bradley Peraino wrote,

    I hope you all enjoy!

  62. James Finn Garner wrote,

    Hey, Thanks, Bradley! We’ll get this up soon, probably this week. How’d you hear about us?

  63. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,


    Pitcher Al Alburquerque
    With a move some found jerky
    Got to “first base” with a ball.
    When he nabbed a comebacker
    And gave it a wet smacker,
    It made all the A’s want to brawl.

  64. Jim Healey wrote,

    By Jim Healey c 2002
    When the starter starts to struggle
    So you think he might be hexed
    Just replace him with the trio
    That makes batters nervous wrecks
    That set of fearsome firemen
    Will have those hitters vexed
    Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
    That awesome Mr. Beck

    When we lead by just a run
    And the game’s been neck and neck
    We can call on those three stoppers
    Those three aces in our deck
    Those Giant mow-em-downers
    Loved a bushel and a peck
    Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
    That awesome Mr. Beck

    If our starters never finish
    We might say, “Oh, what the heck.”
    Who cares who gets the victory
    When all four have thrown that spec
    We’ll rejoice in having hurlers
    Whose arms are so high tech
    Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
    That awesome Mr. Beck

  65. Jim Healey wrote,

    I’ve got an epic poem on the history of Seals Stadium but it’s 160 stanzas long!

  66. Raphael Badagliacca wrote,


    uplifting fall

  67. Raphael Badagliacca wrote,


    east & west
    best of best

  68. Raphael Badagliacca wrote,

    Say YES to NO

    This much we know
    To close the door
    It helps to have
    A name that ends in NO

    If the Sandman cannot show
    We need the other NO

  69. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Drugs In Baseball (Part 2)
    -with thanks to Carl White

    A friend remarked: Sometimes ignorance
    is indeed bliss. It allowed us, for a while, something
    we could believe in, in what we were seeing.

    Knowledge to the contrary has jaded us,
    has swept away our innocence,
    has tainted awe and trustworthiness.

  70. patrick wrote,

    it has been some time
    the sunshine in Flushing rare
    Enter Matt Harvey

  71. David Adler wrote,

    Born Blue

    I grew up with Garvey and Cey
    And Russell and Lopes every day
    Sutton on the hill
    Lasorda so shrill
    My heart lived off Stadium Way

  72. Edmund Conti wrote,

    And in Conclusion

    Yale won the Frozen Four so the Sox can win the series.
    That, says my wife, is a non sequitur.
    Well, if she doesn’t like my theories
    Then I say the hequitur.

  73. Edmund Conti wrote,


    A tale of a batter renowned
    His exploit will always be known.
    While the pitcher was taking the mound
    Our hero struck out on his own.

  74. Louise wrote,

    The Yanks rotate and twist
    We don’t know what the phsst
    Who’s on first is a riff
    Mark’s thumb is a stiff
    Now the A team is the DL list!

  75. Pat McCaughey wrote,

    37 Major League Names to Sing To

    Tate Mee Ott Tutor Ball Gomes.
    Tate Mee Ott Tutor Crouse.
    Brye Meacham Peterson Crocker Hack.
    Hoy Dent Karnuth Hoy Evers Gibbs Brack.
    Foor Fritz Root, Root, Root, Forster Holm Teahen.
    Imlay Dent Wynn Acker Sain.
    Foor Fritz Jahn, Drew, Troy Sykes Yde Houk
    Acker Olt Ball Gomes.

  76. Bob Carlton wrote,

    The Wambsganss Cure

    line drive–
    a plague
    of baserunners
    heal of the glove

  77. Bob Carlton wrote,


    A game of pepper–
    flattened grass keeps getting
    back up.

  78. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Spring Training

    It’s not yet “for real,” but hearing
    Baseball talked about on my TV –
    Now we’re into March – is a seasoning,
    Is a mental “pinch” of expectation, is
    A grind of future hardball-and-wood.

  79. Philip Pecorino wrote,

    Opening Day 2014

    What a wonder!
    This year it was in the land down under.

    Then again, it began.
    Way out West came the first test.

    Californians appear in the lead
    Until the rest get up to speed .

  80. Steven D. Johnson wrote,

    Redbird October

    I love America
    I love Fall
    I love October
    I love baseball

    Now September is here
    October is near!
    “Let’s Go Cardinals!”
    The St. Louis fans cheer

    In unwritten October saga
    who will get the win?
    Waino, Miller, Wacha,
    Lackey, and Lance Lynn!

    It’s the top of the first and the Cards field with grace
    Bourjos in center field to Wong at second base
    Then top of the lineup, Matheny will say,
    “is Carpenter, Jay, and Matt Holliday”

    I love America. I love Fall.
    I love St. Louis Cardinals baseball!

    Now it’s bottom of the fifth. Our first baseman is at bat –
    last name Adams, first name Matt
    With Peralta on deck and Molina in the hole
    the Redbirds will surely give it body and soul

    In Busch Stadium – baseball heaven
    “Go Cards!” is our song
    “Go Waino!” “Go Wacha!”
    “Go Yadi!” “Go Wong!”

    Now in the 7th
    from the bullpen is sought
    Maness or Freeman
    Martinez or Motte

    The Cards lead by one
    and our pitchers get the call
    8th inning Neshek
    9th Rosenthal!

    I love America
    I love Fall
    I love October
    and I love baseball!

    -Steven D. Johnson

  81. Steven D. Johnson wrote,

    Baseball Record

    Five Hundred Eleven – the wins of Cy
    near Three Sixty Seven – the bat of Ty
    But in baseball heaven, just blink an eye…
    and records will be broken

    Just look at Babe Ruth – Seven Hundred Fourteen
    To tell you the truth, his home runs were seen
    to hold a record not passed – thirty-nine years, ‘till alas
    Hank Aaron’s bat was woken

    Yet there is a record that will ever stand,
    but it’s not Ted Williams, and it’s not Stan the Man
    don’t look to Tris Speaker, don’t bank on Pete Rose
    for this baseball record every ball-player knows
    belongs, yes it does, to another

    It’s not for stolen bases – though Oakland’s a believer
    nor is it held by aces – like Gibson, Ford, or Seaver
    No, the sole baseball mark that will hold in every park
    belongs to father, son, and brother

    The record that won’t break, held through highs and heartache,
    is going seven for seven, every baseball season week
    since 1911 – now that is quite a feat!
    It’s keeping baseball alive since 1925
    It’s zero games missed since 1886
    It’s giving ballplayers a reason
    to thrive in baseball season

    Yes, the only baseball record
    that will maintain its stand
    belongs to the beloved,
    committed baseball fans!

    -Steven D. Johnson

  82. Philip Pecorino wrote,

    Baseball Quickened?

    Baseball’s “Pace of Game” committee
    wants to make it more speedy.
    But, in an effort to quicken the paces
    what may be lost of the game’s subtle graces?

    Baseball was once the game
    that made the claim
    it had no clock.
    But, now it seems
    there are several schemes
    to attend to the tick-tock.

    To appease the fans,
    mostly not in the stands,
    with ever shorter attention spans
    there are several initiatives
    by baseball executives
    to pick up the pace:
    one by keeping batters in their place
    another still to consider
    would discourage pitchers who dither.

    Where will it end
    to get fans to attend?
    Perhaps, better baseball education
    leads to better attention.

  83. Mike Cesarano wrote,

    Amen, the game quickens and the subtleties are lost.

  84. Debbie McLeod wrote,

    first sweethearts, the Cubs –
    dumped them for the Mariners –
    they fight for my love

  85. Nathan Rudy wrote,

    SPRING, 2015

    My Mets will win games, that much is clear,
    With Harvey, deGrom and some others this year.
    If Cuddyer can hit, and Flores finds his mitt,
    We won’t toss Alderson out on his ear.

    But the best is out west, in the dry Vegas air,
    Pitching their hearts out as arm tendons tear.
    Matz, Monterro and Thor have made themselves great,
    But can’t reach the majors ‘til 21 days late.

    So fans of the Mets will continue to fret,
    Their ownership’s bank account hasn’t recovered yet,
    And hope for a year when we surpass eighty-one,
    And get to the playoffs ‘fore this century’s done.

  86. David Aretha wrote,

    No Relief

    By David Aretha

    The Tigers can hit
    And everyone knows it,
    Yet it don’t mean a thing
    When the bullpen can’t close it.

    Detroiters may reign
    As kings of the Central,
    But they’ll never go farther
    When the bullpen is mental.

    Valverde chugged water,
    Swirled and spit,
    And then he’d cough up
    The game-winning hit.

    Benoit filled in nicely,
    But then he got sloppy,
    Serving a granny
    To the mighty Big Papi.

    “We need a sure thing;
    Get Nathan, dog gone it.”
    But his heater ain’t working;
    He’s got nothing on it.

    Dombrowski’s a genius;
    Stole J.D. from the ’Stros,
    But because of their bullpen,
    They got swept by the O’s.

    I’d deal to the Devil
    Miguel Cabrera
    If only he’d trade me
    Mariano Rivera.

  87. Michael Higgins wrote,

    My fellow baseball fan Paul Kocak suggested that I submit this obviously derivative poem about the 2015 SF Giants:

    so much depends

    a Belt at

    frozen by heat

    the black

  88. Paul Kocak wrote,

    “Hope” is the thing with pennants*

    “Hope” is the thing with pennants –
    That perches on the heart –
    And sings the tune without the words –
    And never stops – till done –

    And sweetest – in the Yard – is heard –
    And sore must be the arm –
    The tiny splash of one ball’s arc
    Scribing wingèd Victory –

    I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
    And on the foggiest Cove –
    That – never – in Eternity,
    Did three-ringed Giants swoon – nor fold.

    *with apologies to Emily Dickinson

  89. Debbie McLeod wrote,

    You can take the girl out of Chicago,
    And she can live happily in Seattle, but…


    O Mariners! I am about
    To lose all hope in you.
    Longest active post-season drought?
    It makes me feel so blue.

    But – my heart took a journey
    Up to heaven with Ernie,
    And my Cubs dreams may finally come true!

  90. F. X. Flinn wrote,

    Gravity’s Rainbow

    Escobar slashing launching
    the booming start
    like a kid’s first rocket
    the pill going suborbital

    speeding to splashdown
    in deepest left center
    two destroyers of hits
    a joint Cuban – Ecotopian op

    the fog of roar leaves
    them blind to signals
    the payload misses
    the web deployed

    in an instant they see
    the horsehide capsule spinning
    on the surface and then it’s gone
    like Grissom’s Liberty Bell 7

    Escobar breaks the siege
    races home and later
    on the bench winded
    applies a pinch on his arm

  91. Info Online wrote,

    I LIKE

  92. Info PMB wrote,

    very nice post

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