Karate Trophy
Sociability occurs 
to one like the idea of god:
humped camel on the horizon
lurching forth on hindquarters,
all unmet need and malaise.
That’s me in the corner,
jealously guarding my
little chrome tower.
I am swimming in a red
pantsuit, winding up for
shuto uchi, uke waza:
anything to prove
that I am more than 
body, or that that 
body, a machine,
has been raised.
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