Matthew Johnstone
I'm Sorry, About Baseball

Any    crime    is  to    a     throne,

even     passive    built     threw   

yourself   asterisk    in  tireless  angle

day   players    night  laborers,    We  poor 

in  the   gravel  let    the     dandelion  is 

a   weed,   sold     but   paid,

the   fluish   peasant  on  deck   continues

All   the    prettiest 

bouquets   are   this  side  the  entryway,

empiricists,    eye    blackening     My 

choired   cousin-brothers     I    am  pretend,    

proven  by   collision.