WASP
by grimbeau
Away from chaos radio and noise gadget
I try to hear my own voice.
It is jumbled, jerky, muddled.
When it hears me listening it shut’s up.
Intruder, it whispers and hides.
Another voice comes, other than mine.
Abrupt jibber jabber.
Dissonant buzz
It stops
~
Shadow boxing:
the shadow leads two points:
it is southpaw, dogged, cunning, experienced.
I stand firm, steely jawed, granite eyed,
bleeding, unfeeling, waiting.
Rope a dope, Ali called it;
or, was that Angelo?
Zap, I’m downed
WASP
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