Saturday, September 4, 2010

"I'm sorry , about Baseball"

Here's a read of the current project, "I'm sorry , about Baseball":

Fooled, in threatening of placement, a form in

the rust, of refusal

from the vast plate these gods will not

flee, everything marched into

responds by shining, never entered twice

wreckage, mended elements into a

fabric, When you are careless it is

written down.

Kept to the earth in its consistent

mechanics, grew to fill the circle

Protection not defense, ease

filled me savage coterie being uncovered,

Every general plays

a piece of music his self, let this be

Accumulated smaller systems,

a collection be made of

everything, even space and leisure a

small bird might get into.