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Shawn Bowman
A Clerihew
George Herman Ruth
If we must tell the truth
Drank too much liquor and got way too laid
To be called a babe.
Indians 13 White Sox 11
Amber sleeps
while the count
goes three and 0
on Martinez
and you can read about it because someone was listening. Jake Westbrook walks a batter for the first time tonight and for the first time tonight the White Sox have the lead-off runner on. She lies with her hands behind her head, her face laying light on one arm. It is a true pose after all, the cat as my witness, not just a photographer's orders for a photograph. Only a cluttered coffee table between the line from her to the stereo on the floor. There is so much tension and cheering from what once was eight to nothing. I am feeling sick but suddenly beautiful (not in a vain way at all). This went from a laugher to a one run ball game just like that. I wanted to end this beautifully like -- Amber sleeps while the count goes three and 0 on Martinez miles and miles away. But my mother calls to ask me if I'm watching the game, what is this crap? And the phone has woken her...nothing is as imagined, yet in the end we hold on.
©2007 by Shawn Bowman
Shawn Bowman is a lifelong lover of language who has studied linguistics across Northeast Ohio. He is a former wood worker, truck driver, and Jacob's Field Usher. He currently lives in Cleveland with his wife and daughter.
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