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As the mass of an object falls, so does its momentum.

by Frankie Sanchez

I'm a lightweight and a cheap date.

I've got reassurance in my corner
and I'm willing to stand my ground.
I will not hit the mat.
Even if I fall, I'll probably fall but I will not stay down.
Right hook and I'm on par.

Wounded. But standing.

Round three.

My bout with confidence -- a true heavyweight.

The only thing that will collapse
is a little tent labeled insecurity,
it's a piss-yellow tent they typically set up near the entrance
staffed with two guards built like bulldozers,
who have the longevity of snow -- and fall just as easily
because they know the truth,
because they only speak in lies,
because the only security they offer is the lack thereof,
because they know that I have used words with more purpose
than they harness in any of their possessions.

Jab. Gut. Eye.
Broken.
Vessel.
Skin.
Dizzy.

And I'm fourteen thousand feet above -- and you look radiant awesome,
from up here you look stellar and harmonious.
From up here any omnipresence would be content with its creation.
From up here everything shimmers.

Stars. Blurred. Focus. Pulled.

It's when we get down -- face to face --
on the surface -- in the details --
this is where we find discomfort
embodied in the discontent of being knocked out
by truth.

03/30/2012

Posted on 03/30/2012
Copyright © 2024 Frankie Sanchez

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/31/12 at 03:56 PM

Man, am I jealous of the talent expressed throughout this.

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 03/31/12 at 04:55 PM

this is excellent bro...i love the "from up here" bit...i don't always like repetition, but it snagged me and i read that chunk twice before skipping to the next stanza. this poem is a VERY STRONG reflection of your internal guts and it's baring in that way. a little choppier than your usual works but i think i prefer that to the lengthier bits. good times...write on...even if there isn't a quality site to post. sharing is still love.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 03/31/12 at 09:41 PM

I've been really off my writing rocker lately, but even with my handicapped thought processing I know this is good. Per usual :)

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/01/12 at 03:19 PM

I find this to be universal in its meaning, and I wonder if you meant it that way. I guess it doesn't matter, because once offered up to the appetite of the (relative) public, how it's ingested is an individual matter of taste buds. To me, it goes down with the bitter edge of truth, but it's nourishing in its finally digested form. Thank you Frankie.

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