Back in, Forward Out, a poem by Rob Knevels

Back in, Forward Out


i greased up that ball and rolled it into the crowd in the outfield standing area

and then maggs was up

and i ran to the car

and got out of there while the city dreamt


that was witchcrafft

or just a greasy ball

rolling into the stadium

i also tried to walk in backwards but a security guy gave me a big push back out.

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