The Knockouts: #Metapoet 2 of 3

This is one of three metapoems from The Knockouts, an exercise in image appropriation, the images associated with the poems of The Knockouts exist in three sets, from those sets these poems were born

nails filed for combat
you are a dead man in heavy shoes
bang call me
blood raw
#cwmmc
knockouts
heat in my grip
found out the first way down feathers dont make you float no matter the thread count and most of those lines are nonsense
from bad to best
head in my lap
she turns me inside out
toast
buttons
last ditches
f**k with me
as the crow flies
i am here
call her goldie locks
naked
for starters i’d love to hear about your p***y
the end
the pains of being headstrong
it is yours now
foundation
dead
brains
^_^
go lightly
backbone builds because it is bigger than us
gunsmoke is in my stride
i can’t smile much more
greener fields
hell
you shouldn’t have to worry about your youth
i don’t mind
100% for sure
go with snails
grating
pistachio
but that has been said before
speak easy