thomas hearns’ right hand
wide in the face
flat and heavy as freight falling
fifteen feet onto the docks
a plough hitting a stone in a dark field
jerking the tractor round
blind and cattycornered
as two cadillac’s met
coiled in a wide intersection
V-8’s still revving
pimps all a scatter
featherclad and undone
it sent anyone spinning who got it
caught that flash of weight
and bore it reshaped
collapsed in the rising numbness
the bright end of war moving across
the variable interim like luminous lungs
jettisoned earth sphere in an atomic dreamscape
scattered and expanding
the new strange body blue
eyeless and crying
it was profanity among women
inappropriate yet beautiful
flowering exponentially red
the shrieking inhale of men
suddenly at blows with each other
the table scooting then toppling
hurrying fruit
the salt shakers tilting losing it
a rotating chair swinging hard west
into a large mirror
….and the mirror going crazy
2 comments:
You indeed, are a wonderful poet. I like to write poetry mostly for friends and family, and I'm afraid mine are pretty silly but I still enjoy writing them!
Thank you for your talent.
A lot of power in this poem, I really liked it :))
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