Poetry · Writing bottom of the ninth June 20, 2019 SamT.Gutierrez your sales pitch a curve ball off plate swing every time; it’s the eyes across the green meet mine, disarmed and the bat falls across my knees i believe you, ready up a curve ball off plate, your eyes are honest your hands are not Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...