by grimbeau


Away from chaos radio and noisy gadgets

I try to hear my own voice.

It is jumbled, jerky, muddled


When it hears me listening it shut’s up.

Intruder, it whispers under my breath and hides behind an eyebrow.

Another voice comes, quite the opposite of my sonorous lilt

An abrupt  jibber-jabber

accompanied by

a mellifluous buzzer.

Just as I begin to make it out

It stops and hides behind an eyelid


Unperturbed I resume my

interrupted bout

of shadow boxing.

So far the shadow is ahead by 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

a momentary lapse is all it takes

bloody WASPs

get me every time

I let my guard down