The hurried girls in flight
the mighty half to rule the rabid
roasting meat and placing it on the dirty tray

I’d like to say I depend on the truthful
but delight when the wicked drink flashes its greasy legs,
fucking wonderful & frightening to look around knowing
it ain’t home but just familiar territory –

the hurried girls show me the moon
but I’ve a train to catch
I thank them for the game & good time at the magical join
they know my shoes are far-flung
as I walk every cleavage they’ve shown me to capture my dollars & dimes
an old department store strategy

dinosaurs are not good at baseball
but the hotdogs & popcorn are still pretty good
and the stands are still crowded with spectators
who shout approval or boo at every play