we square off
just outside the bar
its one of those
"what the fuck are you
looking at, motherfucker?"
things
this will be a good one
he outwieghs me by 50lbs
and stands 6 inches taller-
i can allready feel the chemicals
flowing-
good old adrenenalin
i'm hopping up and down in place
and hes still trying to get
his jacket off, while his
old lady is screaming at him
to kick my ass.
he is watching the swelling crowd
more than me,
taking in all thier bullshit
and believing it.
goddamn, the blood
and the adrenanaline
have me jumping out of my
skin
seeing everything
so clearly that the edges
of my vision
threaten to grate
aginst each other
and crack into a million
pieces.
"fuck it" i think
and for a second, i swear to god that
i love this half drunk red-neck and his
his half tore up old lady.
this is taking too long.
i throw up a half dozen
ghost punches
1 2 3
1 2 3
light as air
a secret heart of
violence
lays at the center
of all men.
his arms struggle free
of his jacket
and i watch it flutter to
the ground
for a second it becomes
a pure wave
in the strong wind.
when it hits the ground
i am moving in.
light on my feet.
ready for pain.
my fists feel
like lightning.
howitzers.
alive.
Birth sign: Taurus
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