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NomoMrNiceGuy: /bangs bongo drums, taps microphone

NomoMrNiceGuy:

"Translator,"

By H. Nomo.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

This lady here; this second shadow
She can't leave. She won't.
The
man with the microphone talks to me and looks to her

NomoMrNiceGuy:

Like I ain't here.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

"How does your arm feel?"
It feels good.
"Tell me about Japan."
Flowers, noodles, hustle, bustle.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

And then he leaves. My shadow, she
Takes me by the elbow, says
Mike Piazza chewed some bubble gum and blew a bubble and
and

NomoMrNiceGuy:

Put it on my hat.
I got gum on my hat.
She smiles.
"Lady, you have a word for asshole?"
She frowns.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

But I still love her.
My translator's takin' the train later
out of town.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

And I'll be in this megalopolis without a voice or a shadow.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

And tonight I'll take my social nature, my words, my communication
And set them in a glass of water
Like a set

of

false teeth.

AChipOffTheOl'_erJones: Oh damn, son.

DelgadoServeSomebody: I dig it.

Spit another on us, brother.

NomoMrNiceGuy: Yeah. Yeah, thank you.

This one's called "No-Hitter."

By H. Nomo.

NomoMrNiceGuy: /bangs bongo drums furiously

WHO ELSE IN THIS MOTHER****IN JOINT THREW A NO-HITTER?

/hangs head, pauses

NomoMrNiceGuy: . . .

NomoMrNiceGuy: WHO ELSE IN THIS MOTHER****IN JOINT

HAS THROWN TWO?

/wails on bongos

NomoMrNiceGuy:

I went to Denver
and threw a no-hitter.
Ellis Burks. Swing, miss.
Larry Walker. Swing, miss,
mullet flapping
in the wake of my heat.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

Now, whenever I go to Coors
They pour me a Banquet beer.
They pour it slow and smile.
They say words I don't know
But I know a smile and a toast.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

Nike man calls.
Says they want to make me shoes.
"Air Max Nomo."

NomoMrNiceGuy:

I put them on and leapt.
They felt light on my feet, and the
Denver air was light, but

NomoMrNiceGuy:

I couldn't
leave
this
God
forsaken
continent.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

This money, it
ties me here.
My soles won't bail, because
My soul's for sale.

NomoMrNiceGuy:

I was a ronin, a
journeyman.
And now I'm goin' home; I'm done.
Brew me a pot of green tea,

mother,

because

NomoMrNiceGuy: /thrashes bongos

/shrieks

I'M COMIN BACK TO YOUUUUUUUU

NomoMrNiceGuy:

Retirement.

DelgadoServeSomebody: That gave me chills, daddy. Don't deprive us now. Spit some more science!

NomoMrNiceGuy: Right on, right on.

This one's called, "1995 Rookie of the Year."

AChipOffTheOl'_erJones: you son of a bitch