Yankee Stadium

poem

The green-eyed Jewess,

whom I loved better than

God and Oppenheimer had

to pee.

Mailer lay bombastically

on the ring apron as my beauty

left me ringside.

I watched and wondered.

Did he imagine himself Hemingway?

 Oh, these tedious New Yorkers!

I love them less for their supercilious

nature!