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Friday, June 5, 2009

KNOCK OUT, Your Absence Floors Me

Your Absence Floors Me

Describing the awful upset, the melancholy,
That has struck me with such force,
I seemingly have loss consciousness,
And all capacity for good reason,
Requires that I contradict tradition,
And posit the existence of a physical soul.

Your absence, the thought of your
Being no longer by my side, has floored my spirit.
I fear my heart might stop.

I struggle to arise before the ten-count.

I bleed, darling, I bleed.

Your blow has opened a cut above the eye.
The men in my corner struggle to fix it.

They will not let me face another round.

The bell keeps clanging,
I hear the terrible roar of the crowd.

I have lost the fight.

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