A Ring as Being Both Inside and Outside

After the Wrestler

Staples to the back
is nothing more than
cellular stigmata;
taking them out a
sky sealed off
and broken, the
sharpest points falling
through a glass hole.
Ceilings of collapse.
Breathe iron, pump
more than what's chewed.

The stripper's name
symbolic but this isn't
mentioned. Ever.
You 80s goon suffering
90s in the 00s. Lame duck.
Center stage spotlight.
Bouncing floors. Trouble.

Ne're a gun to behold.
Beer bottles to smash.
Sleep in the van, beer
to drink and a daughter
to let be beautiful.
Tears flamed like
evaporation, like calm.

None of it is for good.
The person getting it,
they are slammed,
the ancient ram to
crush through the gates.
You heart is a fowl
with its head cut off.