Tuesday, January 22, 2002

i kill people.

i kill people.

destroy them without a second thought.
sometimes it's while i wait in line at the
supermarket.
pen knife flicks out by
batteries and red & black cartons
of marlboros.
quiet flash in the back,
dead pan to look of shock.
eyes betray a tear that
trickles down and lands
on a can of string beans.
hand drops wadded up bills as
the shank twitches in the back,
cough,
slide down to check out floor and
quiet.

or it's at parties.
they don't see me coming.
sip mountain dew and vodkha and laugh
when
a spectre catches the eye.
slides in.
almost audible cry,
a faint moan
caught in throat,
choke on the spasm,
drop the lover's hand and gag
by the stereo.

fuckers never see it.
they never see me
until it's too late.
one minute it's about boyfriend's kisses
and loud pop music,
but then i'm there and it all
burns.

i kill people.

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