Saturday, May 21, 2011

Tim Peeler - "Curt Flood"

try to tell 'em Curt,
how you crowned their wallets,
climbed courtroom steps
for them,
swallowed that black ball,
a scapegoat out to pasture,
they don't remember,
can't remember
the trash you ate,
your greedy headlines,
the slope of your career.

you are a ghost at barterer's wing,
your smoky gray eyes
are two extra zeroes
on every contract.


Touching All the Bases

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