Michael Stipe is a bad ass part IV: the batting cages (the diamond is the most difficult run)

The pregnant lady says everything smells like band-aids.
And I start to believe her.
Computers hum in the background
as I cough up 40 hours a week of "I don¹t know where I'm going with my life"
It is the extended mix.
My grip is all wrong
but it works for me
My refusal to chew tobacco or star in long distance phone commercials
has made Don King very upset
we go to the pitcher's mound
have a seat
I comb his hair and we talk about it slowly
Very slowly
Until we resolve nothing
except that Oswald didn't act alone.

Lemon Zinger

I wish all of life's problems
could be resolved by drinking a cup of herbal tea.
The names for the herbal tea flavors are so optimistic.

The cement life cast of my neurosis
Came out surprisingly real
However, someone put heart stickers over my boobies ­ again

I miss the "not knowing what I am saying" look in your voice
I miss the relationship we never started
The blond people we never made fun of at the company Christmas parties
Even when the blond people were us.

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Biography

Born in the Chicago suburbs in 1966. Education: Bachelor's degree: Communications/Advertising from California State University Fullerton Profession: graphic designer, copywriter and marketing executive Current job: Senior Copywriter/Marketing Manager: p11creative. It is a graphic design firm ­ www.p11.com. I read my first poem in front of an audience at the Laguna Beach Brewery in 1998, My first feature in 1999 (Club Mesa-Costa Mesa, California). My World War II poetry is part of The Institute on World War II and the Human Experience (the foundation was set up by NBC anchorman Tom Brokaw who authored the best selling book, The Greatest Generation. Recently, I have won a silver award from poetry.com. My first love is fine art. I paint every day. I like my Van Halen with Roth and not Hagar.