Pound for Pound in Flesh

Pound for Pound in Flesh

A Poem by jinjahman
"

drawing a blank here; whatever you make of it yourself!

"
pound for pound in 
flesh

meeting your hero in the
flesh

a flash
in the pan

like cash 
in the hand

all over with-
in a second hand moment

all over with..
some regrets, 
like stick 'em up, hold 'em up

*

you're withering 
you're dithering
you're fishing out
a promisorial note like

infant dough
chewed with snow
pure as drizzle
dismally danced on
(roofless) disco floor

charred and marred
and tired and wired
sucked and . .
plucked from obscurity
for a ten pin bowling 
alley rolling over my life
with baggy stick coats 
and hairy shoes
grease-eyed and trod on.

Again and again
without so much;
without so much
as a loaded gun
or a happy song

© 2010 jinjahman


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My cell phone makes me feel like this, and that's when I switch it off and go look at a flower for 15 minutes.

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Added on October 18, 2010
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Tags: flesh, comeuppance, pay, flash in the pan, disco, bowling

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jinjahman
jinjahman

Ireland



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I've written songs and poems since basic maturity emerged from youth. I'm driven by reminiscence and reflection, youthful endeavours and changing realities of life. I try to explore the lexicon of th.. more..

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