Monday, January 14, 2008

football = poetry

when boxers are training
for a fight they can't fuck.
it weakens their performance.
(While boxing not fucking)
and their essentially the same
thing, boxing and sex
or boxing and poetry
or football and poetry
or anything and anything.
Hemingway hated himself
because he couldn't write
as well as Dostoyevsky.
He blamed it on his wife
and the drinking
and F. Scott.
But it was never
the bulls fault.
It's never
the bulls fault.

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