those hands punched me
knocked the wind out of me,
reflecting what is ugly
my flat face,
i wondered if anybody
had beaten them,
corroding life
with the spit of minutes
splashing on my face
no shadows
as i grunted
accepting what passes,
age no longer a pleasure
but a cruel joke
i wore the bruises
clotted flesh no longer taut,
another whiskey
salute that clock,
wood rimmed containing
the mechanism
that makes time work,
what a load of crap,
i close my eyes
and my own minutes passed
i would not be reliant on it
anymore
Tag Archives: boxing
Boxers
incruental strokes
gave wonder to the moment,
before the aggression
and vapid crowd cheer,
two men took stance,
fists curled paused,
love and honor
to be protected,
each did not have
such rage in his eyes,
feeding off the crowd,
emotion dissolved
into silence,
shuffling feet
they moved untouched
hearts beating at alternate
rates,
stepping back
mouths once held tight
loosened,
a smile more ironic
than hate,
one moved to the other
hooked his arm about
his neck,
they both loved her,
and it was to her
in all her sun bloomed glory,
that would choose
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