Mixed Martial Arts Cage Fighting (for Matey Tristram) by Paul Tristram

It’s not unsettling losing,
it’s the winning suddenly.
Staggering back into focus
with demolition in every part of you.
And they finally crack,
right down the middle.
They can’t see it yet
only feel it.
But you are outlasting
the horizon.
So they fall,
every finger and toe, motherfucker!
I don’t know you from Adam
but you raped the universe,
Kennedy died because of you,
Hitler looks just like you
and my daughter told me
in her sweet, angelic voice
“Don’t you dare lose, daddy!”

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/