SMACK

SMACK

this is your
Mike Tyson smack
in the mouth moment

not yet
punch drunk
flat on the floor
like a sweaty carpet

see how well you
can
   pick yourself up
get back into
the fight

weave
   and bob

sting
  with your jab

recover
sprightly

take the fight to me
jam me up like
Foreman did
to Ali
    rope that dope
in the corner

not the time to talk smack
to rap
   no close in for the kill
pure poetry
this whole
          stanza

butterfly and bee
no where to go
     no possible
counter
solid defence to speak of



MANIFESTO

MANIFESTO

I am
the Mike Tyson
of poetry

go straight
for a knockout
best
    pound
for pound

what’s that you saying
dissing me
at the weigh in?

sorry can’t make
head or tail
of it
  seems you
just walked into
an uppercut

someone who is a real
backstreet badass
did
    smack you
in the mouth

and there in faltered
your tactical plan and
halcyon vision

fell
  by the wayside

third
  knockdown

and out therefore
on a technicality

I studied this art
from Homer to Ezra
know
  all these
technicalities

you may say
I am completely au fait
with
    every tone and trick
and
    ruse in typology

seamless it be
                my artistry

which is
    why you not seeing it

later
    enlightenment, illumination
but for now:
          lights out!