Muhammad Ali


Hiding from Harry Seekins

ali foreman


He says he’s balls deep

in the devil and I

will not challenge

his claim


His eyes were open

but he wasn’t there


Always seeking


Sticky residue

up and down arms

from nicotine patches

he wears


Three up

Three up

Three up

Three up at a time


He is the itch

as the methheads

scratch their scalps

down to the skull


He is Muhammad Ali’s

phantom punch

He is Foreman slow

and deliberate moving mountains


Dancing in the bone yard

He is the man in the bunny

suit waving from the side

of the road


Train cars full of would

have could have

should have trail behind

him on a leash