Cody vs. Omega

by poet crit shodate
Poet Crit Shodate have deep and abiding love of verse. Recognize inherent value of sonnets, haiku, free-form. No get Lucha.

Bias admission:
I love both of these wrestlers
in my heart of hearts

comparison is
the devil between him and
him how could one choose?

Omega is what
Nakamura thinks he is:
body charisma

grace unforced, leather.
Smirks are invitations for
one-winged angels.

may both be near me
when my hair falls out like snow
after an earthquake

my coffee boils
I watch the weather, getting
mad at Omega

a rabbit hole takes
me to North Carolina
modern grappling arts

Matt Hardy has
headlocked Joey Mercury
the gym smells of feet

Jeff Hardy has
meth dreams of ladyboys with
shaved armpits and legs.

the crowd is drunk on
Mountain Dew in green bottles
glass with old logos

I know it is still
nineteen fifty seven here
un-Reconstructed

pre-Post-Racial and
woozy from day labor
in the bastard sun

gasp! I am back, like
the cicadas every year.
Golden Lover wins.