a battering ram


I am a battering ram of ill intention
I am a wounded person

I was wounded while very young
I have made it my life’s mission —

First, subconsciously,
Later, with rigor —

To wound others in return
family, friends, strangers, humanity…

Even in oblivious moments
The wound loop is running in my head

I suggest you give me wide berth
For I will find some way to hurt you.

“We are strolling in our Sunday rags.
We are tipping our hats to the Great Nothing…”

— Charles Simic / “Back at the Chicken Shack”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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