INTERVIEW WITH AN OLD-TIMER OUTSIDE THE REC CENTER.

I scrapped with Sugar Ray over there in the corner—

we was teenagers then & the scrap was violent—

half an hour of trading painful headlocks

until a crowd of adults & kids encircled us—

darkness pounced on the trees in the park

but the 100 watt light-bulb hadn’t tired

it glowed above our sweat-soaked anger—

who can remember the beef? —a note to a pretty girl? —

it was a draw until Sugar Ray says, “I am Mr. Yuk!”—

I laughed at the image of the poisoned face &

Ray stole me so hard in the forehead

my eyes rolled around like immies—

I landed on the seat of my dungarees—

a few years later my man won the belt! welterweight!

for 2015 NaPoWriMo sonnet #14: Interview with a Pedestrian at a 4-Way Stop
for 2015 NaPoWriMo sonnet #15: Interview with a Member of the Jury One Year Later