Reward - Lost Dog: Propensity for writing esoteric ditties in the middle of a binge night, scratches on the doors of eternity, and bays at the moon on occasion. Close to the family but subject to the mange! Love ya Dog; come back!
You really should write more my friend. YOU and all your twisted little alias have been my inspiration and that is no joke. What I love the most about your poetry is that you keep it real. You have a strong write hand that cuts the reader to the bone.
Cubs vs Cardinals
Through a concrete gate opening the green field revealed itself. I remember the white lines too. Organ music smells hotdog smiles. Dad held my hand as we floated to our seats and Curt Flood threw me a ball and it knocked over a Beer. Splash! Some got us wet. The game was crawling as I