FINISHING TOUCH
I love
your
finishing
touch
coup de gras
in the corner,
on
the back rank
Mike Tyson
punch
(the one
all plans crumble in the face of)
FINISHING TOUCH
I love
your
finishing
touch
coup de gras
in the corner,
on
the back rank
Mike Tyson
punch
(the one
all plans crumble in the face of)
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
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!



