by on May 24, 2009 :: 0 comments

Sometimes, I feel
That I no longer
have a fight left in me
I’m less of a Balboa
and more of a Glass Joe
I want to fade
into a mass of an eclipse
and shadowbox
a bloated sun
dodge the finesse moon
while upper cutting a star cast sky
teeth spit showers of light
several stringed defeats
introspective mirror
tells no lie
I hug the night clouds
like a body pillow
and brace for a dark night
its an exercise of love
muscles ready
heart weak
at the sight of you
“down goes my heart!!
down goes my heart!!
…down goes my heart!”

© Rafael Andrade Garza

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