Sucker Punch

It is not enough that our life is an easy one. We must live on the stretch, retiring to our rest like soldiers on the eve of a battle, looking forward to the strenuous sortie of the morrow. - Thoreau

Boxing Corner And Boxing Gloves by Alan Stewart

crossed in a trinity of tenacity

in a furious flurry of hard-hitting, fisticuffed words

feet made of clay

i want to blow you away

like big joe palooka

with a belligerent, bombastic, rhyming bazooka

i want to dizzy your cranial membrane

not with pain but a runaway, barreling train

sweeping away last night's manic rain

life's black and blue pain

welcoming the new day

up and down and every other which way

checking in for an eternal stay

putting me into a cardiac arrest

i can attest

in the deep recesses of my battered, bleeding chest

i'm blessed

the bell rings

with its clamoring hymn of ding dings

my heart sings

as angel's stand in front of an atomic mirror

flapping their wired wings

plucking hallowed, harp strings

admiring god's brand new, simply divine earrings

Author's Note

"We have built for this world a family mansion, and the next a family tomb. The best works of art are the expression of man's struggle to free himself from this condition, but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten." - Thoreau

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"you bleed just know you're alive"
i feel the speaker wanting to punch himself in the heart...see if it is still alive...he has gone so many rounds with love and lost most bouts or fought to a draw.
and your last line really made me smile...trying to picture God with pierced ears and maybe a tattoo or two.
j.

[Pete]

lol. i love your observations and thoughts j. you're right on the mark. i think i need a standing eight count my friend ... :)

[barleygirl]

The intriguing coincidence is that I dug this one out of my reading library the morning after the final presidential debate. I won't say anything more, to avoid a political spiel. The first verse, as well as being superbly well word-crafted, harkened to the way politics must be a certain amount of "fight" & beating up the opponent, but in recent years this can sometimes be the only fare the people are served up. But then your poem began to feel more like it's about life in general, being a fight, needing certain instincts for navigating the blows & carrying on despite injuries (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

great example in the debate as you mention. i watched last night. perhaps that would be a better way to chose a winner - let them physically duke it out instead of dancing and p***y-footing about issues. maybe a good lesson is to keep plenty of smelling salt around. life sure ain't for the faint of heart, especially political life ... :)