white knuckle grip translates into elbow to larynx or this magnitude of strain should not be possible without me breaking... some...

irritable
as a hornet,
feels kinetic
&
i've got to shed it.

can't stand a fucking
thing.

yet another round for a
recoilless gun
recycling the payload
with a power saw
this time.scare the birds right off the trees
in 2 klick radius.
consciousness rattling inside,
gnawing on the ropes,

run away  
head first into traffic,

explode
dissipating molecules
throughout upper atmosphere.

fantasize of being
a komodo dragon,
reptile stupidity,
smelting furnace white hatred,
infected saliva
&
all that.
you god fuck
better do something,
as i don't know what.
to what.

the laughter sounds nothing like me;
made me flinch
something out of
a shitty horror film.
maniacal giggle.
at just the right moment,
i overhear someone talking about 
rights.
loosing context back there
well...
can't help
won't.

"some arenas are so corrupt,
that the only clean act possible
is the nihilist one"*

* A.C.  Q F  RM