- Remember Sonny Liston
- My son swaggers home from school
- hand bandaged like a fighters
- describes his days slice of life
- outpointed by a Stanley knife.
- Routine events that scunnered me
- burn through the lattices of my brain
- memory like hunger.
- Tracking over the pasts terrain
- has become my obsessive way
- losing myself in lifes decisions
- wins losses mostly draws now
- his wound reminds me of sheetmetal
- days of cold steel my hands heart
- crisscrossed with cuts oil-stained charts.
- Those factory hands.
- Suspicion of education art
- travel sexual love ambition.
- We believed Sonny Listons huge hands
- would destroy that dancing poet Ali.
- The Mob owned Sonny whose wife
- taught him to sign his photographs.
- Crouched smoking by those awful machines
- we heard Ali humble Sonny for his sins
- showcase style and self-belief.
- My son asks for painkillers
- a world from the pasts morphine dreams
- brake press burial and guillotine
- memorys surprising scar tissue.