two for boxing

1 Joe Calzaghe

it was a good day
the day calzaghe
beat the dane
with his big mean
celtic left hook
every punch he connected
felt good for all of us
welsh, scottish, irish
one of our own
knocking down
'strong as an ox'
kessler
who never really stood a chance

me and my old man
stayed up late
drinking beers
watched the welsh southpaw
we were singing songs
of the old country

a drink for every time
that damn dane
looked confused
his face all puffy
busted up
in cardiff, wales

what a fool
was kessler
who was bigger, taller, had a better reach
and seven years younger
betting man had money on the stronger, younger
kessler
but the heart
of the celt
is one that is impossible
to overcome

that day was a day
for celebration
and so my father and I
had a drink
for Joe Calzaghe
the great welsh fighter
making all us celts
proud

2 On Second Thought

I should have been a boxer

cus I'm good at getting punched in the face

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upon cat’s insistence

A Bottle Has Never Let Me Down The Way A Woman Has Let Me Down

this is how it always ends
they lose interest
they leave
I stay
and I gain interest in a bottle
or two or three

well Bernadette
I don't need you
not as long as I have my drink
you see
I've learned something
through all these years of heartache
women will let you down
booze will never
so I've decided that I will completely replace
women
with a bottle of booze
I'll drink it
get drunk
then force my dick through the hole
thrust around
a bit
maybe I'll leave
a little bit of whiskey
at the bottom for some lube
come and be done
and undone

yes
I've freed myself

Currently reading : Journey to the End of the Night (New Directions Paperbook) By Louis-Ferdinand Celine Release date: 26 May, 2006

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this ones for the killpoets

John Micheal

the first time I
visited my brother's grave
it was on a whim
while I was sitting shotgun
in my buddy's pick up truck

I had passed by the graveyard
where he lay
on a few occasions
always too afraid to venture inside
to meet my oldest brother
for the first time

he was born and died
about twelve years
before me
he was always an
enagmatic symbol to me
as though his short lived life
was a warning
of how tragic mine would be

I had spent many nights
lying awake in bed
repeating his name
and wondering
just wondering
how different my life might be
with him around

and so my friend and I
searched for his grave
after recieving directions
from the women in the cemetary office
and we were lost
and found an old mexican care taker
I asked for help
he walked us over
'here' he said
but it was just blank ground
I couldn't understand
'sorry' the worker said
'no marker'

there lie my brother
with no indication
of his existence
just unmarked dirt
in the children's section
of green hills cemetary
I felt betrayed by my father
so hurt and disgusted
and too damn broke to pay for a stone
that reads John Micheal Laskey

the ride home was silent
not knowing what to do
I just went to bed
and found another reason
to never forgive my father
for all the things
he has done

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