Neil Gray

Rookie (November 5th 1972. / Some hospital I think...can't remember...was very young at the time.)

Fighter. - Poem by Neil Gray

If I can pick myself
up off the floor
this time

I'll be surprised.

If I can find another
reason to drag
my carcuss off the canvass

maybe I'll finish the round.

Spent most of this one
on the ropes,
bobbing, weaving,
leaning back at an angle
that Ali himself would've
been proud of.

Each blow
wearing me out
as much as it did
them.

Each pounding
on my ribs
defended with
a rabid intensity.

And I can hear
the voice inside
urging me:

'Just make it too
the end of the round
kiddo...........

Just too the end of the round'

Perhaps I could make it.

One small victory
for the singular self.

The right-hook that
blindsided me was,
too say the lest,
unexpected.

As I stood at the bar
watching her play goo-goo eyes
with some town dressed schmuck
I could feel the blood run down my face
and hear the ref count
to 10.

T.K.O.


Comments about Fighter. by Neil Gray

  • Brian Dorn (4/4/2006 2:08:00 PM)


    I've been KO'd too! I think that's why they call girls 'knockouts? ' Cool poem!
    Brian
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  • (4/4/2006 1:58:00 PM)


    Dear Neil If this is a true account then I am REALLY sorry for what happened here.
    Either way not all is lost my friend the only ten you will be getting from me will be in the votes box.Down? maybe, but by no means out.
    A real winner here.Love Duncan
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, June 2, 2006


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