out of the ring

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

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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