what is a
fight?
you know after years go by
what is serious what is not
and who you think
is cool to talk to
turns into a screaming monster
after too many White Russians…
night grows late at
the poetry bar
the dude who screams
is far gone
told to leave by the owner
escorted out by me
he returns by throwing
the chairs out front up
against the glass
upturning the two white
metal tables and so
in the first scuffle I calm him down
since all the Fuck Yous of
course didn’t mean
much to anyone
a second waive soon begins
though to my own credit I’m
trying to calm the kid
and think I do well
only he quickly changes
his mind and tells me
he date raped my close friend…
he runs at me but I slip
off to the side
“I’m gonna knock you out”
all this stupid vomit
continues oozing out of him
he swings at me and misses
every time
but we are soon locked
into wrestle mode
me screaming at the
tip top of my lungs to
end the fucking bullshit
we are tumbling everywhere
from over to the ATM steps
then out to the street
and so on on on
dude is trying to
end my life
bashing my head
into the concrete and
suffocate me with my own
jacket that he has pulled up
over my head
just as I think I might
black out I muster up
violence and darkness
emerge victorious punching
him in the face a good
five or six times and screaming
at him in rhythm
you bam!
need bam!
to stop this bam!
fucking shit bam!
bam bam bam
something to that effect…
I return to the bar and fall out
on the stage to collapse my
whole program there for a minute
more later!
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