Couldn't afford not to, my friends insisting: with my long reach I should jab well enough to unbalance and uppercut any son-of-a-bitch. Nested deep in memory, the setup, first day of drill, and fat Vern, reportedly slow, coming out in a mayhem of leather. @3Wait a minute!@1 I yell, and he doesn't. Then, at my locker, I button my jacket atop my blue gym shorts and reel out without taking a shower. Famous at home, I watch boxing all I'm able. Nothing gets past me -- no cut men, no refs, no judges. @3Long years@1, I tell -- @3Long years I was in there.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS OF PHENA AT NEWS OF HER DEATH by THOMAS HARDY HYMN FOR EPIPHANY by REGINALD HEBER CASTLES IN THE AIR by JAMES BALLANTYNE TO A FRIEND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ROSAMUND GRIEF by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE ROAD TO SLUMBERLAND by MARY DOW BRINE RAMESES WORSHIPS RAMESES AT ABU SIMBEL by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |