revenge

clawing,
kicking,
smashing,
flashing a sinister smile,
I come bashing,
slashing,
trashing,
lashing out for a while;

you will soon wish
that I really was dead,
when the boot you had
pressed upon my neck
is sticking out
of the middle of your head.



January 14, 2010, from the forthcoming collection, Spoken Rage.

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