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For The Love Of The Game


Michael Camarata

I hate the summer.
Shorts are anguish in physical form.
Converted to energy,
This could possibly create a volcanic eruption!

My breathing being collapses.

We love Baseball.
We pour our hearts out.
Game last night.
Outstanding performance!
Really want me some Cinnabon.

Strengthen me in accordance with your word!
I start to miss the feeling of anguish.
It is the only thing that keeps me going,
And nothing fills me so equally with joy and anguish
As a good book.

Smooth words cloud my vision.
Yoga is a way to freedom.

You tell me I should relish the anguish.
I just can’t do it.
Too late in the eve.
Smoke and mirrors,
Empty promises,
Cozening intent.
Anguish isn’t a policy
And neither side has a monopoly on it.

















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