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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I heard, a couple days ago, the Austin Armadillos 
spent thirty million dollars for some slugger named Peru
Whose last year’s on-base-average, from the year before, had doubled 
from a pretty wimpy POINT-O-ONE - to a...

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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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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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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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World's Blue-Ribbon Blank-er


A friend of mine, who constantly complained about his spouse, naming her the 
reason for his totally boogered life,
Swore to me there couldn't be...and hadn't ever been...in all the world a more 
revolting...

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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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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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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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We fight this battle time and time again
But there is no winner nor an end in sight
Because you see, This is a fruitless fight
Leaving the damaged to float away at night
Because they don’t see an...

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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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It only took about ten minutes for me to warm up,
so, I had time to play catch with a friend on my team.
The line-ups were given to the umpire, the umpire
yelled two of my favorite...

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