that love like a bat can tap a balls weakness
send it filthy & red to the fence,
result, you sweat, say nice words, isnt irony;
its what mostd expect an opener to make,
with wristy perfection; until the next singing
loves a chucker, & theres times id walk.
the selection was in the news before i knew;
gulls squawk, lbw, the ball separated itself from me;
i disdain the box, let love do its worst.