hah a
yeah i know
write about it
ok
cut corner stone sober father brother
grown man wailing ona piano
kicking quick cinder block eyewalls
the lashes fall and the tiny pearls collect themselves on the ends
of every standard sad sack sausage package with fond
memories of baseball and their dad
singing "i am mister jugular and all that jazz
yr standard bang bang bang hero
still, i cant help thinking...
i want to laugh like daffy duck
i want to kiss like daffy duck
and my living shoulders will never meet
the hard outline of david's."

the show was ended early
due to the game at 3.