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                                                         The Counter Boxer

I've always been a counter-boxer.  When I wrestled my best work was from the disadvantage.  In hockey I was the goalie and in cowboys and Indians always the Indian.  In one boxing match my opponent was twenty feet taller and lived in a different but overlapping universe.  He kicked the shit out of me ... and ever since I've been bobbing and weaving in and out of relationships like a boxer with bad timing and short reach ... destined to lose.

        No Title, No Deed

 

These little things I have:

Neither leaves nor chestnuts...

What am I?

They are at once invisible,

And yet, the substance of my life...

What am I?

Tear apart the wind

And hear them laughing...

What am I?

Ahh...you see, you cannot understand

These little things I speak of.

Since I do not tell you quite enough...

Then it's I who am not real.

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