The Sun

I love the sun because it melts away all of my popsicle-cold worries, turning them into a puddle of nonsense.

The Ring

The countless hours spent preparing for this decisive moment will soon be shattered to oblivion. The stark flavor of blood transfused with salty sweat gently sails into the crevice between his lips. An awkward gap now resides where an off-white tooth once stood. A stamp of dark blue ink is imprinted upon his right eye socket by the pulsating red glove of the opponent. Angrily, the tendons of his arm suddenly burst like a cannon, and he delivers a spritely uppercut that crunches the filaments of his rivals’ protruding nose, like a boulder that wallops a tree of corral.

'Nous'

One of my favorite poets is Scott Cairns, and this is one of my favorite poems of his: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177144