Open Poetry #36 |
The boxer |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
I measure you uppercut from the tip of your nose to the edge of your lips where I can finally live uppercut Introduce us to your kind throw the towel wash your face blood soaked now we look alike uppercut we are panting a dance where no one leads an unforgettable painting uppercut you were my entrance from a safe distance like minded individuals brought together by your terrible uppercut The Mongrel cat came home, Holding half a head proceeded to show it off to all his new found friends |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
while I may not understand boxing, this is a fine write |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
well done |
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