Boxer How does it feel to be broken jawed on the canvas striped man counting no deal here my friend you’re down and rubber legged. Another man punched the shit out of you nothing left Read more…

Eighteen, hot summer in Kentucky we marched the hills like soldiers do counting cadence counting days counting ways to kill shouting ways to kill eighteen is young shaved head and black boots spit shined like Read more…

Looking through the window I see the sky, Gloomy and cloudy as if melancholy is not what it wants to hide, There is no wonder why such is the case, When it is the first Read more…