poetry by j matthew waters

two out in the top of the first

I’m standing fuming on the mound
head looking up and cleats kicking dirt
pissing and moaning underneath my breath

coach and catcher are stepping toward me
the former tapping his left forearm
the latter blowing a bazooka joe bubble

they stop a few feet away from earshot
in order to have a fifteen second conversation

cheers and jeers from the raucous crowd
come in loud and clear
and I can only imagine how they hate
to see me go so soon

I’ve been in town for less than a day now
and already I hate this fucking place

june two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “two out in the top of the first

  1. Tom Phelan on said:

    Are the fireworks this weekend or next?

    Sent from my iPhone

    • hey Tom long time we should meet for a drink or three one of these days. maybe parlor city or the new chrome? ellis fireworks are july 3rd and city of cr and kernels on july 4th. thanks for stopping by and have a great weekend.

  2. Shawna on said:

    Can I climb in? I love baseball.

    I even helped coach a boys’ team for a season or two when I was about 16.

    A girl wears pigtails, the boys take instruction. That’s the trick. 😉

    Seriously, I really dig this poem. Keep ’em comin’. And have a fun weekend, J.

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