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.
Prizefights
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Prizefights
"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW
Re: Prizefights
beautiful work hest.....succinct with real poetic power.....you constantly demonstrate that less is more.......nice to read you again.......
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: Prizefights
this is an awesome bukowski-esque pome.
I don't think 'Therefore, I am.' Therefore, I am.
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