is it too late to be a boxer?


looked good punching the air, saw it

as if you had been there

admiring the form: fought

well nothing but won, by tk:

fucking killed him, his head

cold on the pavement, yes


to rid myself, of the hatred, love;

love love love love


i have been patient. will wait

always, more i suspect

you to be special, true

i know some day, me/you –


one super move will do,

to turn you over.



ah, no i hid

under the stairs.


those guys are good

soldiers, high.


on spirits, death.

tearing the walls,


girls across

the table, boys!


too. broken,

this means





3 Responsesso far.

  1. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Yes, it’s a box (the square kind) with the ties about to burst from pressure within.

    That second stanza is a killer!

  2. john keast john keast says:

    Emotion unleashed. An upper cut, I fancy

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