"Sam get out..."
He left trirpping on his bashed knee cap
the slap left more to his thought than the rap
blaring in his headphones attached to his nap sack
blended wheat crap his brother was tying to produce
he smiled, "better than anything i could introduce"
Shes seen more than me… and I’m irrelevantly bent…
But ill stay with the message unrightfully sent
Hugging this life form until its unsharpened unpaid rent
I never meant any harm… but I take harm in the arms
And tell you im a man while I cry tears to calm
The storm that entrails my brain is crushing in
N’ packed with many mal nourished chromosomes and adrenalin
I’m trying to settle in… but apparently I’m just a has been
my friends drained from the vein… and I cant see direction
Cause the connection was pressed too hard with selection
Confession I would rather be told don’t cry its okay
Then sent away you screaming “I don’t want to see you cry today”
The moonlight shone… she was a ghost now
Eyebrow’s raised in steady confusion, but fists ready to plow
He laid down his gloves n’ screamed out loud
“Id die tonight proud just to end this fight…
Like kamakzi bombers… I just might”
Then with subtle control he thought with steady effort, alone in that park at 1 am
Thought momentarily, in his knuckle battered head Sam I am.
Then he turned to leave setting behind size 16 footprints in the snow
But no rope was used or gunshots ringing to send the final blow
He signaled below… “Im coming home one day… but ill enjoy heaven first”
Because I would not kill myself over another to quench any thirst’
At first he was confused again… but with a pocket full of clarity.
He what out of the parking lot, shoulders bearing only bravery
The savory in his mouth tasted like heaven ought to taste..
And he knew wherever he was sent in the end it would not go to waste
He kissed the cross around his neck, putting it back in his parka “muttering holy shit”
Another cold night of winter… he fell asleep on a park bench, that was dimly lit
Knowing in the morning it would hurt…
But his spirit would warm him until morning… at least to harm him again
And that was enough too keep him loving life more than anything until then
While the ghosts of his former self whispered lies in his ears
And the sleeping ex boxing champ could not bare to hear
Digging into his mind and skin to his worst fear
Loneliness made him transparent but never irrelevent... you'll see
because he was him... no mater how dim the future would be
“Canadian Rocky…” “Sam”
