Lullabies of hand-wraps coated in plaster
serve up haymaker disasters
behind gloves spreading the surface area
of nerve endings.
Fall down on pillows of plywood
loaded with springs, and
see the bright lights
wash away the stripes of multi-colored ropes.
Our hopes of a stress-free night
get cornered by pound for pound champions
of causes we never meant to support
like children in a court room.
The custody of our dreams is full
like the dollar signs in the promoter’s eyes, and
nightmares of workplaces cry like babies
to knock us out of our slumber.