Sunday, October 31, 2004

Fenway sausage song i. I was going to go down To Fenway, man -it’s just 20 minutes away to hear and record them tout their sausages they don’t sell frog legs at this year’s last game with the yankees yknow but my recorders were broke and the backyard was so beautifully solemn like those old redwood days in Arcata and when we was kickin bottles of wine over with the Springs in my garden right now I got yellow tiger there Outta work 6 weeks And I finally found bliss Waxed half the car To listen to this But the mind plays tricks ii. Sprawl  spleen  deet When I get to the town In my mind And I throw apples Again with all my old townies I will be glad Oh to hear Italian sausage in the air! Sweet sausage cries My home boy From Eastie I’ll be blathering there I’ve been up on the hill I’ve been watching the planes Dragging their banners Like skirts that lift across my blank sky consciousness And blimps too And I got to tell you I was hungry iii. Was a tiger in my garden there Butterflies dancing I was listening - listening To the ball game But only heard the organ It drifts yknow I thought about those sausage criers And where we were in the Standings iv. So we are 4 ½ back Hope and despair Spring eternal links of air In infernal time In my town My ship came in But I was at the airport I’ll mess with texas boy If it puts down Massachusetts v. we we are down to our last doodad out and facing the Yankee king clout and my tape recorder wouldn’t pick up and me CDMD had been too much dropped so yknow it came on the wire what would Johnny daman do? Though he may field like Mary, He singled And stole second Like old brother jesu Then Bellhorn walked They shoulda called it a balk Manny doubled to Centre st Scoring damon - jeri curls flowing -Bellhorn moved To Third And Crouched Ortiz was walked Blessed ignominy Off the bench Varitek doubled to right -that’s trouble Rameriz scores Pokie Reese Running now sprightfully for bellhorn Scores aNd ortiz  huffs into 3rd   vi. then trot is hit by a pitch and hot dogs hiss gabriel comes in to run for someone and the beer -- baby -- the beer is flowing and doug mirabelli hell if he don’t double and alls the hell well in mudville vii. we had the glass at the very moment extended truthfully to the buxomost bartendress of doom yet and alas we are ahead and lo mama it’s the blimp above peddling wares Italian sausage hee-ya for train wait I underground in Kenmore please move to the ree -ya viii. thewindupthepitch yes forever doug has doubled to left scoring ortiz scoring vritek and we live on and we are back and we breathe and we are and the inning ends with damon like christ again flying to that endless void of center x. on jersey st sprawl when I get outta town I’ll write it down life is not fair but there is sausages in the air. Last home game oh How can it be other On this day But that we don’t just bop it out of here. Beating the evil empire 11 to 4? 7:25:57 PM    comment []

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