Shake that Ass

Outfield slumber,
Under heat waves and gnats.
Nuisance in the right field
That requires undivided attention.
Conquer little beasts;
I know the batter is slow.
Only take a moment.

Crack

Wave a glove,
Miss the ball.

Line drive. (God damn it!).
I'll just shake it off
By shaking my ass.
Let them laugh at that.

Up to plate
Squinting eyes
Against a dimming sunset
Of pink and purple.

Shake that ass,
Spice it up.
I know what to do;
Swing level and
Wait for the sweet spot.
Wait.

Strike, ball, foul, strike.ball.

HIT

On my leg.

(FUCK)

Pain searing
Crouching low,
Ice pack ready.

Stand up and see worried stares
Only to shake that ass again.