Long Pitcher Poems

The Mojo Trick
Loch David Crane
June 1979

Sweat-sticky and hot! The P. I. is not
	a comfortable place to be;
but sit here and perspire (as though by the fire)
	and I'll tell a tale to thee.

I was coming alive...

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Here we are fans this fine summer day,
to watch Trash Can Cats, versus Downtown Stray.
The field is grand in this deep wooded glen,
pitchers are warming up in the bull pen.

Pitching for the Cats is Crazy...

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Joulupukki knocked on the door before entering the room.  In the center of one wall was a bed that was large enough for two humans to fit in comfortably.  The young elf lying...

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Here's 8 things you need so you don't waste the hours you have every 24
1. Success is as quiet as discipline unseen, wins never scream, and when they do it comes from the mud of...

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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and ninety seven years, 
and nine months after February third 1621,
yet...

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When breathless pain of sorrow 

                          Steals the joys of...

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I love you he said
I love you so much I'm never letting go 
You can't share a love you haven't given to yourself yet
So, I dug up the dead pieces of my heart and replanted...

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GROWING UP ACROSS THE STREET FROM 
TIGER STADIUM HAS ITS ADVANTAGE
AND DISADVANTAGES.
BEING A YOUNGSTER 
HOT HUMID MUGGY SUMMER NIGHT.
DETROIT MICHIGAN.
JULY NINETEEN HUNDRED AND 73
WOULD TURN OUT TO BE A VERY
COLD
NIGHT.
IN THE MOST UNTHINKABLE WAY.
RUNNING AROUND...

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Saturday Afternoon Before Jack’s 2nd Birthday

A Caravelle wall clock behind me
  ticks away muffled minutes,
Its black pointed hands 
   reaching upward and downward;

The EXIT sign above the open white door
  ...

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You came into her house through the kitchen. 
The big door in from the front porch
Hadn't been used for years;
Furniture stood hard against it.
A knock at the front door meant a stranger.

Aunt Celesta makes a...

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I was for long an active art enthusiast, with a special passion for still lifes,
As the roving, scarlet sun, develops late passion for the bustling nightlife.

I was ofttimes in large art museums, and I had...

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The bases needed sweeping 
As the end was drawing near
Buns and weenies waving
As Fans swilled down their beer

The crowd jumped to their feet
As Macy went to bat 
And while walking to the plate
To everyone he...

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It was slightly overcast, that day in April.  The crowd was cheering.  They always 
cheered for him.  He was over age, over the hill, and over indulged.  But, god how 
he...

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Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification 
   not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed end product of taxidermist, 
   gnome hatter clucks...

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Olympics blaring from yon TV, a meal of Chef boy'r'dee, alone for a bottle and a jug of beer.
I ponder, wikapedia, my gaze a blurred, ponder, ponder... click, click, click...
I wander, screen a flashing, blogs...

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Call of the wild

We talkspeak and nothing much is 
said until a bright spore spot spawns
and gets a seed for sale—compliant
of brotherly love passions filler like dirty
socks in a hamper  forgotten   we...

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Mary was ten and she adored flowers, and she had three pretty sisters;
But, she never could make a garden grow; like stars, losing jade glitter.

Sisters Sarah, Martha and Alice spoiled Mary, for she was the...

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There is a story ‘bout Casey, that is but incomplete
It tells of simple ball and bat and Mighty’s ignoble feat
There we learned of failure and the storied Mudville name
Here we’ll learn what happened in the...

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Who would want a thermostat
unable to effectively regulate talking to itself?

We all long for recreative environmental response systems
of mutual listening wonder,
sacredly transcending mere domination of will-power
without bilaterally cooperative holistic prominence
of systemic identity ourselves.

Who wants a...

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Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their...

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I recall it, and my eyes pump water from deep within my soul;                      ...

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This is the story of two all-time great baseball pitchers who are both in the Hall-of-Fame. So, the story goes like this. Last week the old-timers both well into their nineties, were out together at...

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If we listen to the wind will we hear the call?
What of the years we spent “Back against the wall”

Years they come and they go “All is the same”
When you find yourself with a number...

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You came to me before I was ready
I cried when I heard of your existence
Over night my youth was gone
Worried sick that I wouldn’t be good enough for you
Clueless on what expect for the future
Carrying...

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Aeons and Aeons and Aeons  of  Energy
Beaming Both Ways into Infinity
Ultimate – Top Level – Supremacy
Pure – Power, Full-Force – Almighty
… Too Awesome in The Intensity
for Either you or me, to See…

‘… The...

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