Friday, May 4, 2012

stormy weather


Endless Rafts of mountain ranges lumber

overhead:  jagged peaks thrust and spar,

relentless great gloved fists land stunning

blows round after endless round, eyes slit,

stung by torrents of slick sweat in sheets  

wrung dry in huge twisted drenching hanks,

a heavy weight bout that threatens to

spill:  over the ropes, innocent blood, into the streets-

brawlers mauling their way to Lake Erie

where the ref calls the fight and proclaims

a winner while we sleep like boxed slippers

tucked under the eaves, pockets stuffed, hands

full of brandished long-shot wagered dreams. 

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