Fighting fit
Walking home from the bar,
yes it was late, the asphalted
road rose up to fight me,
I fought back with both arms,
but suffered a knock out.
When I awoke, we were both
flat out, I had sore knuckles
and a bloody nose, the road,
however, had deep watery
scratch mark in the asphalt
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, February 16, 2009
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