Wednesday, May 25, 2005

poetry pain

This flaming lead ball
rests on my heart
like a good day
at the batting cage
keep swinging low
to
high
holding on to tight
to connect
i just keep swinging low
but somewhere in the voice
i discern the pain and know
he invites me to connect
with that flaming lead life-
story to swallow
a show for the fans
at this big game
some one
is keeping score
but this is practice
now
so i am just trying
connection

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