Prizefights

[hester_prynne]

I'm stickin my prose in slowly.
Words are cold as ice.
Sharp chunks
are comin up from down below,
where I been sleepin it off
like a stabbed drunk.
All my prizefights
with heartless horsemen lost.
All that making lemonade,
out of what it is,
caught up with me.
I had to hate you
for awhile,
til I could love you
again.

[the mingo]

[dadio]

good poem & theme.

[saw]

beautiful work hest.....succinct with real poetic power.....you constantly demonstrate that less is more.......nice to read you again.......

[e_dog]

this is an awesome bukowski-esque pome.