punching out

relationships with pink slips
punching out
thoughts scattered like
cheap lawn ornaments
mini, red-nosed gnomes
to kick in the face
A legion of his finest men
couldn't reign you back in
miles away from where you need to be
A mere bagatelle old boy?
Perchance
cobwebs easily wiped away
discarded like an
empty coffee cup
only to be re-filled
the next day
front porch philosophers
surround you like mosquitoes
unable to swat or spray
instant diagnosis
from an average Joe
regeneration
can peers get reality all wrong,
erroneous?
punching out,
that's throwing in the towel
in giving up speech
bridges crumble in alloted time
cheers to those deadlines
punching out,
shall we celebrate with beer or wine?
neither, I need a clear mind,
to
dismantle,
repair.