having nothing ready for today save for this

wanting a seventh game to happen tomorrow

heaving a set of drawers down the cellar stairs

getting set for what might make up the year's last match

going off to dream about the upcoming year

taking a leaf from the book of the happy one

having a stab at setting up a new screencast

wishing that the home group takes it to the world set

riding out the days with fresh online works like this

making steady headway with these said online works

chugging the black coffee as the dark noon hangs on

resting tonight after the game from yesterday

fleeing from the need to go under the limelight

finding no time even when owing none to others

stepping away from the keyboard for a short while

letting the tides take me to wherever they crash

reaping the windfalls as they come not so often

jamming folkways by staying far away from them

seeing the win thirty-two years ago today

bringing back to mind the home run that won it all

writing this down a week before the halloween