Arena Bouts

Overcoming edgy vernacular with callousness

I once parried blows from angry prize fighters-
Everlast was all I knew
Blue,
Black,
And stars were the norm
After the gloves were hung,
Verbal spats ruled victor-
Aimlessly targeting hearts and future esteems
I was ko'ed
Night after night
My meals were soiled canvas
Concocted with blood from
The two edged sword wailed
I played the underdogs,
But my glass cavity not calloused from
The intent of cut downs
Lumberjacks inquired of the blades used upon
Me to perfect their crafts-
I then acquired a shield that to my surprise,
Futile against upswings from my trainers'
Ambush-
The crowds then tossed tomatoes of filled
Bodies.
Maybe they too,
Satisfaction paint my jugular of their favorite color?
I was forced to the golden gloves journey with
A bit of guidance-
And as I fell to the towel,
I was battered during my fall-
I can only shuffle mindlessly through this grand-
Maybe pay off the announcer's for a but of their care
Or looking back while being pummeled,
To see if there is a look of
Warmth,
That I'd get the treatment of ice bags and sterile
Gauze-
I'm fightin' hard-
Running till my lungs swell no more-
With lucifer egging me on
To outfit in steroid-
Now,
I'm here scavenging the lower ranks looking
To catch eyes-
Dreading the ascent of my rank that I then
Would garner the green eye of a woman-
That would deplete my earnings when I reach the too-
Or summon some devious plan to where
I'm a modern day Holyfield,
Sparring for pay-
I could-
Just walk
And be a liaison for battered boxers in denial....
Telling them to retreat to the dark corners of the
Arena.
Or reach over and grab my knuckles of brass,
Wrap them in my mitts and slug my trainer
To a point where his accomplice would feel it so-
Maybe even sway him to cease of devising plans
Of my tenfold
Defeats.
I could even hide behind a tattooed face,
Or scrutiny through media,
To hide this hurt-
Fighting recklessly,
Lying to the "numbers only" doc,
Informing him that my blurred vision
Is only indicative of a much needed lasik treatment-
My ears are of cauliflower,
Deadening the constant whispers of me
Sailing far past reasoning,
And my prime-
You say "stupidity"
I say "persevering"
Shake your head with pity,
And keep watching my bouts
I'll soon show where the heart of a lion lies.

Author's Note

Just ramblings - I don't aim for approval, but only release.