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Car Target
Poetry
A broken window
dissolved into sprinkled green glass
Is the first image that astounds thee
The green glass gives the back seats and floor company
While I’m lost in a sea of disbelief
at the crime scene that’s before me
Who, what, when, where, why?
Would the savage cause harm to my car
It’s hard to function
With all this dysfunction
Taking command of mind time
While paying someone else’s price
How long will this wound remain?
As long as the wave of pain
Remains high
The ignition is destroyed
Destroyed and shattered like my good mood
Strong thoughts enter my consciousness
Forget the law
The law becomes me
I’m eager to bring my brand of justice
Like crushing the perpetrator’s hands with a baseball bat
Or giving them the beating of the century
For adding unnecessary stress and mental strain
