Take them, crush them

With heavy black boots.

Let them taste gravel

And spit and blood

As they ask for your mercy.

They are--

Insignificant memories,

Created before my eyes.

Forget my face, I'm a stranger

On a bus bench, waiting.

Harmonious chaos ensues.

A woman's heels--

Click, time to reload.

How can he shoot with such accuracy?

Paper people murdered in a loud room.

Cartoon targets painted--

On the ledge again, I contemplate

Cigarettes and coffee and sex.

Not in that order.

This place doesn't feel like mine anymore.

Has someone else--

Been empty since abandoned.

Insanity left my side,

A hole where it used to reside.

Oh, no.

Am I going--