horrible rampage
like a jungle
razed
like a dead skinhead
I am putting words in bad places for the death of it.
if no one loved you
would you stop.
+
this morning I
shot
the Zach Galifianakis renting the inside of my head
the one who ranted "shit shit shit"
and swept an arm across my desk.
I filled vases with waterflowers
made beds, bit nails,
set fire to curtains
still the lug shrieked ugly,
til I stood up. smiled and
kablam
it was
too easy
to guess
what he
was full of
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