WS Night

If each & every MLB team 

had one regular season game

promotion called ‘World Series Night’ 

At the old ballpark

As tickets are only $10 

For all seats that night

While promotional towels are handed out

& savory prizes are given to

Folks and sections that

Scream the loudest

In a win-win scenario

That could make that 

Last place team 

Finally feel 

What it’s like  

To hold flying champagne

In slow motion

& 

 ..Run

       …run

             … run

Real hard toward

Their Own improbable

October T-Shirt

In just one simple

Fantasy Themed Night 

At the

Din of possibility

In the forever wonder

Of that old ballpark magic.

 

The Creator of Your Future

The creator 

of your future

Sits comfortably

At a 

worn

Lime colored 

kitchen table

Made into a 

modified Desk 

with 

Lions heads 

at his feet

Smoking 

invisible cigarettes

And sipping 

on virgin martinis

As

Your setting

becomes a

Moon of mars 

inhabited by

Small giraffes

And miniature 

orangutans

As you 

Eventually

Graduate 

into a 

doctorate

In science 

to cure humans

From being

As bad as history 

has predicted

So that we can 

At some point 

in The future 

say

We finally

And humanely

Figured 

out how to 

Really enjoy 

all this 

God damned 

Fun.

* clown sneeze *

Colorful

Bits 

Of

Donut

All over

The

AM

Kitchen 

Counter

Like 

A

Healthy

Clown

Sneezed

Real good.