knockout!!!!
I was throwing skinny fists at the
Purples bruises of clouds
The knockout-punched remnants of prizefighting day
And the fat golden belt of the horizon
Decorated with the blood of the sunset
2nite I feel like the night murdered God
And I struck at his palatial ankles as he fell
Then,
Wracked with guilt
Ran a hand through my greasy no-good hair.