Alan Dugan

(12 February 1923 - 3 September 2003 / New York City, New York)

On Hurricane Jackson - Poem by Alan Dugan

Now his nose’s bridge is broken, one eye
will not focus and the other is a stray;
trainers whisper in his mouth while one ear
listens to itself, clenched like a fist;
generally shadowboxing in a smoky room,
his mind hides like the aching boys
who lost a contest in the Panhellenic games
and had to take the back roads home,
but someone else, his perfect youth,
laureled in newsprint and dollar bills,
triumphs forever on the great white way
to the statistical Sparta of the champs.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010



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