High Heat

Lament of the Wedding Singer

By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 04, 2016

High Heat

Gonzo poets
Like boys of summer
On the mound
High heat
Brush back
Reader scrambling
Kissing dirt
Painting the corners
Rembrandt
Nobody on
Full count
Catcher flipping signs
My main man
Behind the plate
Framing the pitch
Go for it baby
Down the pike
Whiffing them
Flailing for meaning
Sardonic confidence
Total control
On my game
Pennant fever
Cranking out books
Like running bases
Grand slam
Over Green Monster
Top of the game
Fourth season
In the bigs
As many books
Nearing All Star break
Stats off
Hitters waiting
On fastball
Not zipping past
More reliant on
Changeup
Goofy stuff
Out of rotation
Ten years in the pen
Not for me or
Covering weddings and
Funerals
Smiles of a summer day
Apocalypse stuff
Worn thin
Nobody really cares
About infinity
Never did
Losing  edge
No friggin’
Pigeons in the park
Fall foliage
All that crap
In the New Yorker
Kiss ass poets
For the smarty set
Better to go
Down swinging
Valhalla
Still crazy
After all these years
Or some kind of
Shit like that
Yeah
I mean you buster
Heart of darkness
In the cave with
Kurtz