jaysuschrist this irritation
was never going to go away
was
it
forever to contend with
the eclipsing rudeness of people who were too
callous ignorant or entitled to what they
believed they deserved no matter the disguised
sighs harrumphs or muttered
under his breath gimmeafuckinbreak as he tried on civility
seems everyone he brushed into had
to be in synch in touch in jive with everyone else
on this diminishing planet
whether they knew
them or not
no
distinction
no
limned walls curled with ivy like pubic
which onceuponatime caused a middling of
discomfort some modicum of shame
if he could he grab it by the throat and choke it to
blackout enjoying its bulging eyes and scratching nails itd sure be good to come home
afterwards shower
and enjoy rubbing soap into his wounds with an innate gleeful
satisfaction
only
if he could grab it by the throat
as rude as they were to him and others who may have been too polite to speak up
fuckinsaints each and every one of them
far far better people than he he couldnt dislocate his
backbone to be a
polite get-along and so and so if he wanted
he was a muthafucker
an impatient muthafucker
and if someone stepped on his
toes
hed
slap them in the head saying Watchit yasonofabitch
and
as people teased amorous couples publicly to get a room without a blink to disguise
his glare he
chided
Whydoncha get a phone
booth
2154, Thursday,
22 5. 14
