![]() | ![]() Jim Dunn A Punch Is a Poem Written in distress Rhythm beating The whittle pain flashes From the aftershock lost The lightning of a sonnet The head snaps back in motion As muscles play on the pipes Disjointed... Under protest A shout caught in your shoe A hemorrhage Going off in your hands. Spit armed with a hammer Ramming a thousand Delivered in a pipe bomb Returned for insufficient postage Gunning for Land square on the jaw. Next |