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Darren C. Demaree
Game #1 at Athletics (W 2-0)

Amidst first
yelling,
victory was
untouched
until
the vibration.
Game # 2 at Athletics (L 6-1)

Game #3 at Athletics (W 6-4)

No luck
with the walls,

they found
the door.
Game # 4 vs. Twins (W 7-2)



Game #5 vs. Twins (L 7-3)

Eyes swollen shut,
we threw glancing
punches, cooled wind.
Game #6 vs. Twins (L 10-7)

Game #7 vs. Padres (W 8-6)

Good weight,
teetering on uneasy legs
lands awkwardly, lands.
Game #8 vs. Padres (W 2-0)

Game #9 vs. Padres (L 2-1)

A tooth
caught
in cake
does
no more
biting.
Game #10 at White Sox (L 7-3)


Game #11 at White Sox (L 9-6)

The sport is disengaged
when without battle
opponents stroll.
Game #12 at White Sox (W 12-6)


Game #13 at White Sox (L 4-3)

Commonly

flawed,

this team

must find

gravitas,

real effort.
Game #14 at Tigers (W 3-2)


Game #15 at Tigers (L 7-5)

More cherry bomb

than actual firework,

no real design.
Game #16 vs Blue Jays (L 3-2)

Game #17 vs Blue Jays (L 5-0)

Even jittery
posturing

would
be better

than this
hesitance.



Game #19 vs Royals (W 4-3)

Just enough
fattened
twitching
to win
this dance
contest.

Game #21 vs Royals (W 5-3)

Finally, almost

control, enough



energy to shake

loose victory.

Game #23 at Giants (L 5-1)

Enough. Enough.
Lightning without aim
Is just bad storm.

Game #25 at Giants (L 4-1)

Hard brush,
unhindered
by real door,
sweeps everything
away.

Game #27 at Angels (L 6-4)

How welcoming home
will be. How cold
& silent.

Game #29 vs. White Sox (W 12-5)

Weight overcome,
free, easy, more
than a joy, a win.

Game #31 vs. White Sox (L 4-3)

How memorable
the great acts
that meant
almost nothing.

Game #33 vs. Twins (W 4-2)

No plop,
but ease
again, Josh
Tomlin,
thankfully,
wins.

Game #35 vs. Twins (W 9-4)

Asdrubal, the hunk
of him left,

over-celebrated
old expectations.

Game #37 vs. Rays (L 7-1)

Big picture loss,
the however(s), taste
of loose feather.

Game #38 vs Rays (W 6-5)


That beard
& hair, one victory from
folk songs.
Game #39 at Blue Jays (L 5-4)


With the edge,
too, they can
hold no promises.

Game #40 at Blue Jays (W 15-4)

Sometimes the pond

feels like ocean,

each wave surprising.
Game #41 at Blue Jays (L 4-2)


Tremendous

& low,



a crashing

firmament



or our
lineup?

Game #42 vs A's (L 11-1)

Planted small,

how much growth



can be counted

negatively?
Game #43 vs A's (L 6-2)


If more wind

empties



their mouths,

they’ll drop



forever.

Game #44 vs A's (L 13-3)

Seeping

in a valley,



they're muscle

-less



to overcome

gradient.
Game #45 vs Tigers (L 5-4)


Hallelujah!



The ecstatic

rests



in the palms

of heroes.


Game #46 vs Tigers (W 6-2)

It’s a pleasant

motion, two



steady steps.

Now what?
Game #47 vs Tigers (W 11-10)


Kiss the eyes

of the gypsy

for this gift.

Game #48 at Orioles (W 8-7)



Let our pitcher’s

arms dangle



in chilled,

champagne beers!
Game #49 at Orioles (L 8-4)


The novelty

of balloons



doesn’t remove

their good flight.

Game #50 at Orioles (W 9-0)



The spirit

flashes



& then

carries



whole

atmospheres.



Kluber!
Game #51 at Orioles (L 4-2)

Filtered enthusiasm,

sometimes the boys

play like old men.

Game #52 vs White Sox (L 6-2)




Chalked,

face so near



the green,

they’ve fallen



again.
Game #53 vs White Sox (L 2-1)

There’s very little

taking the game.

Mostly, we lose.

Game #54 vs White Sox (L 3-2)


Not flawed,

scarred



& kept busy

by more



scarring.
Game #55 vs Rockies (W 5-2)

Warmth and good,

full bellies, is metaphor,

victory symbols.

Game #56 vs Rockies (W 7-6)


Is this compass

for the bullpen?

Finally, calm promise.
Game #57 vs Rockies (W 6-4)

Delay his money

no longer. Pay

Bourn one time.

Game #58 vs Red Sox (W 3-2)


Patterned forward,

this winning feels

like proof of something.
Game #59 vs Red Sox (W 5-3)

Each season

has two

compasses;



streaks are

unavoidable

magnets.

Game #60 vs Red Sox (W 7-4)


Threaded from Cabrera’s

chest, that tether

dragged us back.
Game #61 at Rangers (L 6-4)

Cold bones?



Lace his name,

Mike Aviles



played damply.

Game #62 at Rangers (W 8-3)


Muscular and light,

that was real dance,

confident baseball.
Game #63 at Rangers (W 3-2)

Francona,

fixed point

again,



kept us

warm

without fire.

Game #64 at Rangers (W 17-7)


The whistle

drenched,



Chisenhall

fountain(ed)



baseballs

like music,

celebration.
Game #65 at Royals (L 9-5)

Still buzzing

from old songs,

we forgot to sing.

Game #66 at Royals (L 4-1)


Who knew

Kansas City



could turn

us into clay?
Game #67 at Red Sox (L 5-2)

Every visit

is a bad affair.

Just stay home?

Game #68 at Red Sox (L 10-3)


Why such

waves?



Each hope

builds



to be

buried.
Game #69 at Red Sox (W 3-2)

All wandering

leads



to half-drowned

bouts



of the ecstatic.

Game #70 at Red Sox (W 3-2)


Swisher’s hit

was more salve



than antidote,

no matter.
Game #71 vs Angels (W 4-3)

Variations

on the slight

strategy;



enough is

almost

everything.

Game #72 vs Angels (L 9-3)

No plan

against



a heavy-

weight



gets you

knocked out.
Game #73 vs Angels (W 5-3)

Everything is loose,

un-aimed, but Swisher

keeps us celebrating.

Game #74 vs Tigers (L 6-4)

We rise well

from our bellies,

can’t stand long.
Game #75 vs Tigers (L 5-4)

Their best bats



won. That

keeps happening.



Such planning!

Game #76 vs Tigers (L 10-4)

Each loss

is an oval

opening,

these had

teeth.
Game #77 at Diamondbacks (L 9-8)

Immediate jungle,

we are lost,



again, without

clear firmament.

Game #78 at Diamondbacks (W 6-1)

Eager to gather

more late pears,

games to devour.
Game #79 at Mariners (L 3-2)

Enough

to feel like

enough,

this is not

enough.

Game #80 at Mariners (W 5-0)

Another body

of his body,

almost perfect

this time.
Game #81 at Mariners (L 3-0)

If it was just

absence, it

would be quiet.

Game #82 at Dodgers (L 1-0)

Slow pulse,
the struggle
against summer doldrums brushes desire.
Game #83 at Dodgers (W 10-3)

Eventually

the weight


rolls off

independently,


though

accomplishment

trumpets.

Game #84 at Dodgers (W 5-4)

We signaled

& disappeared.

We didn’t keep

disappearing,

though.
Game #85 vs Royals (L 7-1)

The clouds

assemble

in anticipation

of crowding

Josh Tomlin.

Game #86 vs Royals (W 7-3)

Ordinary passage,

the arrival wasn’t

the best courage only.
Game #87 vs Royals (W 4-1)

Kluber, breathing

under water,



appears to be

comfortably better.

Game #88 vs Yankees (L 5-3)

Existed

as an ace,



grows larger

in the past.
Game #89 vs Yankees (W 5-3)

Thirst can’t shout,

but even ugly,

a win satiates.

Game #90 vs Yankees (L 5-4)

Constantly vulnerable

to gentlemen’s trot

we lost baseballs, game.
Game #91 vs Yankees (W 9-3)

If last night
was a dance,
we wore Brut.

Game #92 vs White Sox (W 7-4)

There was

no sun.

Wrong.

The sun

is enormous.
Game #93 vs White Sox (L 6-2)

Like most aged rookies,

Austin Adams

pitched without gravitas.

Game #94 vs White Sox (W 3-2)

Pass along

the Ballad

of Yan;

translate

with healing.
Game #95 at Tigers (W 9-3) 

Night, one inning
can be flare, guidance
enough, charge!

Game #96 at Tigers (W 6-2)

You're it, Kluber, our only
clear throat. Keep singing.
Game #97 at Tigers (W 5-2) 

That snapshot looks
tremendous. The frame
is compelling, too.

Game #98 at Tigers (L 5-1)

Facial hair
& guts are great,
but those pitches?
Game #99 at Twins (L 4-3) 

You shouldn't
drown in that kind
of slight wave.
 

Game #100 at Twins (W 8-2)

& there it is,
the play
performed
without error.
Game #101 at Twins (L 3-1) 

Action closer
to solace,
that abject
performance
​leaked forward.

Game #102 at Royals (L 2-1)

Almost elegant,
Kluber being
pure enough
to be muddled.
Game #103 at Royals (L 6-4) 

One bat waiving;
the game is
a lonely dance.
Game #104 at Royals (L 9-5)

The claw
or the insistence
of the dragging,
McAllister!
Game #105 at Royals (W 10-3) 

Smoke without fire,
there is danger there,
survival, too.

 
Game #106 vs Mariners (L 5-2)

Thud, hunger that ricochets
against nothing,
creates haunting music.
Game #107 vs Mariners (W 2-0) 

This man on a hill
is good enough flag.
Game #108 vs Mariners (L 6-5)

I could smile
without the fear,
I could smile.
Game #109 vs Rangers (W 12-2) 

There are moments
when simple water
tastes like champagne.
Game #110 Vs Rangers (W 2-0)

Shapeless monster,
five pitchers
 
lumped into
victory’s solid arm.
 
Game #111 Vs Rangers (W 4-3)

Alive by lightning,
the touch, sight
& touch again.
 
Game #112 Vs Reds (W 7-1)

Shoulders in front
of our feet,
this is running.
 
Game #113 (L 9-2 Vs Reds)

Off the shovel,
that good dirt
smacked our face.
 
Game #114 (L 8-3 Vs Reds)

Danny, who
are you
 
sharing your
talent with?
 
Confess!
 
Game #115 (L 4-0 Vs Reds)

This want to win more
is getting pretty awkward.
 
Game #116 (L 10-6 Vs Yankees)

Back to sleep
again,
 
we become
starving
 
shadows,
useless.
 
Game #117 (W 3-0 Vs Yankees)

Nothing sudden
or terrifying,
 
just Corey Kluber,
breathing easy.
 
Game #118 (W 4-1 Vs Yankees)

Spirals can move
upward,
 
but mostly
they just spin.

 
Game #119 (W 3-2 Vs Diamondbacks)

No way
early dust
 
even touched
Walters’
 
winning shot.
 
Game #120 (L 1-0 Vs Diamondbacks)

Cold white,
that long game
was a winter season.
 
Game #121 (W 2-1 Vs Orioles)

I’ll take a face
that grows,
 
explodes into
celebration.
 
Game #122 (W 6-0 Vs Orioles)

One animal
is lonely,
 
two?  Enough
for a family.
Game #123 (L 4-1 Vs Orioles)

Pitchers, surprised
to be pitching,
 
waste everything
not flammable.
 
Game #124 (W 7-5 Vs Twins)

Actual energy, not
too late, but then,
now, possibilities.

 
Game #125 (W 5-0 Vs Twins)

This small game,
an open letter
turned into confetti.
 
Game #126 (L 4-1 Vs Twins)

It’s not enough
to pose, caped,
you must fly.

 
Game #127 (L 5-1 Vs Astros)

They whir,
never
 
fast enough
to steady,
 
always
wobbling.
 
Game #128 (W 3-2 Vs Astros)

Not the all-star,
nor the prospect,
just Jose, winning.

Game #129 (W 3-1 Vs Astros)

Late in
the season
sometimes
the fighters
​flail lazily.
Game #130 (W 8-6 at White Sox)

The kid is flawed,
but he's a dizzy thrill.
Game #131 (L 3-2 at White Sox)

Good foot
stepping
badly, use-
less this way
that way.
Game #132 (W 3-2 at White Sox)

Imagine,
your team
did,
took damp
fractures,
made helmets.
Game #133 (W 6-1 at Royals)

We never 
touched 
fear, we
were direct,
unhindered,
powerful.
Game #134 (W 3-2 at Royals)

If the mind always
remembers winning,
bodies are easy.
Game #135 (L 12-1 vs Tigers)

Solitude would be
preferable
to such a crowded
​beating.
Game #136 (L 4-2 vs Tigers)

You can't, you
simply can't
grant weakness
the evening.
Game #137 (W 7-0 vs Tigers)

Proof that muscles
are still wrapped
​around capable muscles.
Game #138 (L 11-4 vs Tigers)

An unarmed pitcher
leaves
without legs
& without victory.
Game #139 (W 2-1 vs White Sox)

I recognize this
stance. Now, run,
damn you, run!
Game #140 (W 3-1 vs White Sox)

Relentless
& resolute,
I believe
in Kluber's
every turn.
Game #141 (W 2-0 vs White Sox)

The bridge has reflexes?
No. Energy
is extended wind.
Game #142 (L 12-3 vs Angels)

Circles around our ankles,
that motion does little good.
Game #143 (L 4-3 vs Twins)

Hopes energy,
not hope exactly,
hope's absence,
bullying again.
Game #144 (W 8-2 vs Twins)

On pavement
not below
yet, but everyone
is looking.
Game #145 (W 2-0 vs Twins)

Six good hours
in one day
implies more sun.
Game #146 (L 7-2 at Tigers)

The small light
of must
win
is melodramatic,
fading.
Game #147 (L 5-4 at Tigers)

Deep, imperceptible twitch,
fatiguing, leaves muscles
like lost pennants.

Game #148 (L 6-4 at Tigers)

Now, belief
is only anger
& again, again
frustration.
 
Game #149 (L 3-1 at Astros)

Entertainment
for silence, this music
fills a terrible space.
Game #150 (W 4-2 at Astros)

No need
for estimation,
Kluber is,
actually,
a gift.

Game #151 (W 2-0 at Astros)

The rain curves
to retreat,
but gravity
always wins.
Game #152 (W 4-2 at Astros)

Ornery Invention,
resiliency,
we're glad
you are inventing us.
Game #153 (L 5-4 at Twins)

It might
look like stars,
but it's metal
​falling.
Game #154 (W 7-3 at Twins)

A spark is fire
if the action
pattern continues.
Game #155 (W 7-2 at Twins)

On red
wildflower
amongst
the trying
field, gives
resonance.
Game #156 (W 4-3 vs Royals)

Quick evolution
into a contender,
that inning
was important.
Game #157 (L 2-0 vs Royals)

Impotence is alarming
from that many men
at once.
Game #158 (L 7-1 vs Royals)

Impulses
toward
imperfection,
this team
has finally
gone home.
Game #159 (W 6-4 vs Royals)

Blood up,
back up,
heels dug into
cliff's edge.
Game #160 (W 1-0 vs Rays)

If the team
is an apple,
Kluber is seed.
Game #161 (L 2-0 vs Rays)

Without air
or reason
to breathe
deeply,
we're quiet.
 
Game #162 (W 7-2 vs Rays)

Thin, almost
good music
always fails
​to create echo.
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