Another
tussle with
the words
I want to
use to
convey my thoughts
onto this
wretched blank
page; this
canvas of
pugilistic
wordplay.
Do I say
fear?
Or Terror?
Do I devote
myself to complete honesty here?
Or do I
withhold some shred of truth?
Do I say I
am sad?
Or
Disappointed?
It’s a bare-knuckle
brawl
on the tarps,
blood
spraying from busted
lips and
open cuts around the eyes,
as the
crowd yawns.
A Left,
No! A
Right!
Another
Right!
A Left
hand lead!
But the
shadow on the wall,
still
steady on its feet.
My feet?
Provocative
or alluring?
Sexy or erotic?
Complacent
or resigned?
Domestic
or Imported?
Reeling
around the ring,
in
pointless pitched punches.
I want to
express how
worried I
am, with…things…
the world…
the
politics…
but the
boxer in me,
just wants
to brawl endlessly
with the
right words.
Because I
don’t know
what to
say,
and I don’t
know how
to say it.
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