Carry the weight of the world in your hand, what a feeling

Defying gravity with murmurs of the make-belief

The showroom glissades in the penny arcade

I was kneeling

You played the base, I played the ball

I was the hunchback on your side

You married the mildew and gossamer under the skylight

You painted Japanese autumn fire maple trees and kites

Riparian meadows consumed by the death of a canvas

Now all the memories are coming back to life again



Back from the dead, the crowd is waiting in anticipation

Circus, bread and Bucky Harris on the television

Ducks on the pond, and Mrs. Truman with a black umbrella

And with a crack of the bat comes the main attraction:

Ayn Rand, Peter Pan and the ghost of Tully Sparks!

Deadpan, hidden hand - the pose of Karl Marx

Brass band plays a Star Strangled Banner in reverse

Batter up! it's baseball!

Paralyzed with joy, marching up the manor marble steps

You can see the gleaming pantaloons on the

frosted wedding cake anchored to your mind

"the party's over, everyone's leaving!"

See the jives and fisticuffs

Men and girls who came and went like moths

Harvesting your dreams of jitterbug flappers

As the penguin in the pit pushes you around

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There's a choir in your mind that can tell you anything

But you can't always hear the voice that is worth remembering

Time is running out!



There must be some kind of way out of here

I traced the intersections everywhere

And in a time exposure I was shown a hidden message in the cobblestone

And then I woke up in a fevered hypertension

To a silent movie on imperial expansion

I put my head inside a padded leather glove just like a baseball

They picked a bullet from his mutilated shoulder

The son of Sisyphus, the pusher of the boulder

Stitched him together with a needle and a twine

Just like a baseball

I got his baseball!



You breathe the fragrance of your purple cigarettes

Stumbling through the ballroom of the blind

A tapestry of rocketships under salamander skies

Silhouettes of dinosaurs and cogwheels

Carry the weight of the world in your hand, what a feeling!

Now all the memories are coming back to life again

The crepuscular rays and the penny arcades and the kneeling

You were a domino collapsing like a highrise to the ground



Oh, what a night!

Can you feel the music?

Puerto Rican boys are dancing in the hall

Hey Chardonnay, lilac of the seasick!

I'm gonna take you from the brim to the dregs

Month of May, picnic with my best friends

A splendid tonic for my violent delirium

There's Hemingway!

My resident physician

Batter up!

I'm gonna take you to the moon!

It's baseball!