One of Those Days

He balls his right hand into a lethal fist
And pushes it forward, swerving his hips
So the full weight of his body’s behind it.

His fist kisses the concrete wall and cracks.
You’d think he’d pause. Take a step back.
Instead he pulls his fist, swerves and attacks

Again and again till the wall is sticky red.
So’s his fist. Strangely he don’t look upset.
No matter the splatters that stain his head.




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Written on 2024-06-30 at 16:53

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good one! Bang. Solid. Focused.
2024-07-01


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
And who will speak for the wall?
2024-06-30