I Am Not There Yet

Could’a been a serial killer, but turned

out martyr for what’s left humanity.  I am


suffering in your face. Tire iron blows

so hard to the back of your head, while I


tell you I’m real now bitch. Pity spits

Consumption in your eye with a bloody,


red-glistening grimace of a grin.  I am

Garage Pin-up babe given pink slip for her


pink slit they all pretend is what’s touching

them instead of their own hand.



  1. A capture of what one would expect in some mechanical shops or the Trump White House.

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