A warmup of sorts.
Lobbing the syllables over my cerebellum.
Throwing junk,
just looking for control.
Afraid to throw my heated stuff
for fear I would strain a simile
or sprain an analogy.

It makes it hard to have no catcher,
nobody to receive my efforts.
I find this solitary play
has limits.
If I tire this easily,
will I even be ready for the big game?