Who did the Marlins just obtain?

Carl Pavano? Justin Wayne?

Mordecai and Graeme Lloyd?

That’s all that they could get for Floyd???

If Karp’s a Fish, I won’t complain,

But snaring less is just insane!

There is a third baseman named Eric

Whose glove has turned golden from ferric.

Though praises we sing

Of his powerful swing,

His walk rate is merely generic.

Yet one more bloody contusion

Throws the D-Backs pen in confusion

They say he can throw

But what I want to know

Is can the Mantei his shoes on?

I won’t foretell which stars this year will shine

Astrology’s for those who study charts

And reading cards takes braver minds than mine

To say which clubs have diamonds in their hearts.

I won’t predict if pinstripes will prevail

Against the green and golden dreams of youth

Or if when mighty mariners set sail

They’ll find upon the seas some central truth.

For truth, and beauty, spring forward as twins,

Revealed to us in pairs, slowly, unplanned,

Exposed through time by constant waves and winds

Like buried pirate treasure under sand.

Foreknowledge can help simplify the game,

But life is best when mysteries remain.

The grounds crew has caused a sensation

That has swept right across our nation

A raining dead bird

May sound absurd

But it’s the latest in fertilization.

There certainly is no excusing

The year after year of just losing.

So to show that we cared

We retained Allard Baird!

The Royals: We’re simply A-Muse-Ing!

Are Selig and Ken Lay akin?

No, Ken’s is the deadlier sin.

For it’s better to profit

And claim to lose off it,

Than to lose and pretend that you win.

Saguaros, arms raised,

Reach for the desert spring sky

Dreaming, “I got it!”

The Expos new deal will be struck

They’ll play this year as a lame duck

All the fans in Quebec

Wonder when in the heck

Is the ref gonna drop that dang puck?

The Steeltowners got just desserts

For bragging like Yank fans, and worse.

Now the Pats fans are posting;

Lord help us the boasting

If the Babe ever lifted his curse.

Rockies in winter

Covered in a snowy fog

Future is unclear.

There was a young GM named Dan

Who just couldn’t stick with a plan.

He got so refined

At changing his mind

His schemes ended before they began.

magic
is a radioactive
element
with an imperceptible
half-life

a tree
can be climbed
like a long stairway
to mysterious
planets
circling
distant
stars

so
step up
and swing
before the call
to come in for dinner
makes the invisible runner
standing on the second base bag
become a beat-up old glove lying out in the street

not even a
hi mom
to the ancestors.
a tree
forgets mother earth
and topples
for lack of roots.
the glorified leaves
crumble in the dry wind.  the wood
decays.  mom
can only sprout
anew, forgetting
back
ungrateful sons

a baseball is born
shiny and smooth
as a baby's cheek
a perfect sphere
travelling innocently
in straight lines
in time,
a single bloody scar
wraps around
its body
and changes
everything