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Jon Thrower

 

 

The Middleweight, Head on the Mat, Defeated, Murmured (maybe) the Following

 

1

staring at thick plush nicotine carpet in the principal's office at Hawthorne

School while Mr. Clippard barks, you can't just go around striking others

 

2

the over-painted red, white, and blue commodore in my childhood

bedroom with stumpy, white cabrioles, blue apron, and red drawers

to be an American is to have a sense of being knocked on your ass

but having the wherewithal to get up again ignorant and angry

 

3

with the kids standing in line at the Cleveland Museum of Natural History

waiting to see the sarcophagus of the boy king shining gold and lapis

 

4

in my life I have known many Dr. Daves, their Disney-like love of consonance,

most of them decent men except Livingston, that asshole cut-man in Killeen

who...

 

5

Nobodaddy, dream come true me, every searching eye etc.

unleashed like the Life Magazine bulls through the tourists Pamplona

 

6

Pamplona, Pamplona, Pamplona (a place?) becoming a koan, a mantra,

a breath, jab-jab-move, which is the pugilist's spirit, place where he arose

 

7

myths, for instance (like the phoenix, a rabid chupacabra or the king of pop,)

science maybe too (alteration in the behavior of a thing observed)

 

8

I think I believe what I know what I mean, the man with a beard

and in the case of Moses, with horns too, like Grandma said

 

9

no one is a better example of foolishness than yourself, bum

are you ever gonna get off this floor? the crowd noises rising: shhhh

 

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Jon Thrower responds to art, economics, and Country Music not paying him for his poems.