Brent Corrigan And Brent Everett

Boxing

glass that tear the skin

your fists winning

I was defeated but in feet

until the last gong,

until the end

of my strength,

I fight for me,

for myself

for the glory a sport

felt like slaughterhouse

know, not nice

but violence is not my friend,

is disgusted by the ransom

neighborhood where I was born,

step on broken glass where

all day without feeling

pain out

but only Inside ...

and it hurts.

dedicated to my childhood friends

09/06/2010

unpublished - all rights reserved

Matteo Cotugno