Logan Fowler

This is a poem I wrote a few years back about some of the most important men in my life...

Logan Fowler, wake up,
Woke Up!
Smooth black chocolate by the mile,
Resting on that thin moustache,
Those dark muscles bouncing behind his jaws,
Sweat that dots his cheeks.

Logan Fowler, wake up,
Look up,
Past the trees,
Making Malibu look like Cambodia,
On the bay.

He left Canada for a cage-match,
Rage in the cage,
Berserker Rage,
Unbreakable bones,
still...
still...
He never took a Last Name.

Logan woke up...

Why can't you?

11.2007