The never ending orange and yellow
Leaves bombard me;
Bludgeon me like the Red Baron
Shot up Snoopy that one Halloween
...
the first time I came out
of the locker room the
flash bulbs were popping
like in the old movies
...
Obscenities cascade down on our heads
As his legs wrap around my head.
He's giving me The Scissor Squeeze.
I reach for the ropes growling cause
...
On a snowy canvas, I splashed her
down with bare, brown, freckled
shoulders. With mirrors everywhere,
she crams both purple fists into a
...
I was born in Greece and learned quickly that I needed to know how to fight. We were poor. I became a Pro wrestler so I could protect myself. The chicks really dig me now. I came over to the US in 1988 and started my career. I'm a little older now and have started to write poems about my experiences in the ring. I once wrestled for the US Championship in 1996. I lost. I also worked as a fry cook when times were tough. One thing I want to stress to you all is: WRESTLING IS NOT FAKE! !)
Ode To Fall
The never ending orange and yellow
Leaves bombard me;
Bludgeon me like the Red Baron
Shot up Snoopy that one Halloween
Night.
I'll rake one spot for hours in
My front yard. Scratching a patch
For hours and hours and hours.
Just one square foot of yard.
Now, one leaf is stubborn,
And it sticks to my rake. I shake
And shake and shake. My rake.
I scream at the leaf:
"Why do you torment me so? " and:
"Tenacious dead leaf, I hate you! "
Now, I collapse to my knees
And weep and weep.
I will pound the ground with
Fists and wrists.
I will grovel to the lawn
Pleading with obscenities.
Okay, you are high above
Me now. Like a bird in that
Yonder tree. See me pounding?
You see my plumber's crack?
Watch, as I do snow angels
In the pile of red leaves;
And, I also do that spinning
Thing on my side like "Curly"
Of The Three Stooges always
did.
Then my neighbor comes out
To get his morning paper:
"Good morning, Jim" says he, with
A knowing nod.
"Hi Bob, " says I.
I used to be this guy, but I lost his password.