my easement for purposes of reaching the apex of marker 402 last night
was indeed via the left center field bleachers
which do in fact afford easy access to the peculiar & otherwise
isolated grassy terrace just above & behind the center field wall

so as soon as the final putout was made & the police were already
sealing off the playing field from the jubilation crazed fans
under cover of the general celebration & wearing my tattered destiny
cap upside down & sideways so as to look like a diehard cardinal fan
i dashed out onto & across this special little elevated arena
to the amazement & cheers of the fans
in that immediate area anyway

so there i was being chased in my shorts & red raincoat liner
tho only by the fat lady cops assigned to this low priority cul de sac
so there was a lot of laughter too

& when i finally just flopped down on my face at the appropriate point
& administered the kiss of the maraschino to the top of the wall there
rather than threatening to jump down 10 feet onto the playing field as
everyone evidently imagined or feared
they all just corralled & ushered me back to my supposed seat like
someone who had gotten a little lost or confused or something

so i had made my first point already & was still at large with my get
out of jail free card intact
& the night was still young too
with only home plate & the pitching rubber left to go for my ensemble try

however
this preliminary or primary culmination marked the only coup de grace
i was actually able to actually land
as the dispirited local police were quite daunting to any excess of
celebratory spirit

but in fact a single moment of truth was plenty

& tho i waited & tried for more
only 2 hours later they were turning out the lights out forcing us all
out of the ballpark

& that was all she wrote

but of course
in morning light
it was all just a magnificent misunderstanding

there had never been anything to reverse or redeem or 86 at all
but just a kiss to deliver at the extremity of play