09/08/2025

I like to drive fast in a fast car.

I like to flip the bird and mean it

while I skid rubber against rock.

I drink my coffee black

and I can yell louder than you. 

I’m a big man or

I’m so very small. 

It’s my world, not yours,

and I won’t listen to anything you have to say. 

My blood is red and mean and 

I wield myself like a ripping chainsaw

against the fractured bark of an old tree. 

I’ve got tough skin,

I’m an animal of a man 

and I don’t want to know why 

an elephant is scared of a mouse,

but still,

sometimes,

when no one is looking

(while everyone is watching), 

I’m like a little fly buzzing

weak wings against the rippling threads

of a spider-spun web.