When Lizzie T. married her Mr. Todd did she think his eye odd?
Oops I’ve got the wrong movie,
the different team and I’m a few extra years
off. Dear boys, can you ever and ever forgive you.
A couple of average Joes; let’s call them Dave and Jim
seemed to know their baseball
and wrote that Hank and Jesus were baseball
players who hit in odd
positions in their lineups and on their bats in a book borrowed from Jim.
The progress in a horror movie;
various ring tones, well you
just can’t stop it or the years
as they march into lost and found years.
Some say it could be a metaphor for baseball.
I took many things as signs to miss you:
The 3:57 six minutes late, the 4:03 on time. It was odd.
Yet I was on board the movie.
I should have looked up Jim
25 years ago, a homonym for gym.
All the songs equate and divide the years.
Her words were dubbed into his lines in the movie.
Darragh said he’s off baseball;
his dilemma was convincing or odd,
not though compared to you
and yours and what we knew about you.
Lou, my roommate was called Jim
by everyone but me. I’m afraid of the water how odd
considering I’m a Pisces. Years
ago I fell in. When my sister took me to a movie
she would threaten to throw me off the balcony. So I watched baseball
instead of, instead of the baseball
that was preferred by the likes of you.
If I go I prefer to see a movie
alone, or perhaps with Jim
who I still don’t know after all these wonderful years.
Think of it shy, embarrassing, but not odd.
They used the familiar you in a recent movie that took years
to complete. It starred Jim rubbing up a baseball. Now that’s odd.
-- Michael Malinowitz
