Pound for Pound in Flesh

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

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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

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

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.