Prize fighter

Prize fighter

Prize fighter

 

 

 

Everything suggests that I am late

The memory, the notes on soiled paper

Remorse and nagging doubt

 

My skin and my eyes. My hair

All indicate that things have changed

And I am shocked!

 

Picture books hold vestiges

Of my fading self

That I open now with caution

 

So where has the locomotion

Of all my life

Been hiding. In which siding?

 

For all the guides. Almanacs

The legends told

I am not familiar with them all

 

A shadow falls

Stooped in changing light

And fleetingly is all of me.

Corn Flake

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Corn Flake

 

You familiar thing

On your daily round

More than a packet meal

Awaiting the liquid rush

Morning crush, reveille

Cow juice on brittle wheat

 

Your call to arms

Is fuel for the parade

As unknown soldiers slurp

Countless battalions engage and go

From private dwellings

Hotel and guest-house rooms

 

The humble sustenance

Drawn from ears in the US and Ukraine

and further dominions

Do their democratic service

Grist for the best intentions

Mulch in the stomachs

Of mice and men

 

Arise new dawn

Go in peace

With the energy

That comfort

Milk and harvest food

Provide to the waking soul