Woke up this morning
Murder on my mind
Everything seemed to be
Smeary
Hazy
Gritty
All shades of a deep rosy red-
Filtered gray
I went walking
and the streets were busy
loud compact cars
with protesting mufflers
that sounded like the kind of woman
who is always asking for money
I walk fast
I walk stiff
The noise of these Doritio bag and used condom strewn
streets has always given me a throbbing
right on the temples
I am a robot now
I ignore the man in the big rig
who has tits bigger than mine
but somehow feels the need to comment anyway
I am a robot
stepping with the rhythm
I have just now found
Matching that crimson ache in my head
Pulsating
My legs are switchblades
I am a terminator
made to kill
walking as if I have a deadline
some place to be
Seeing red
Blurry edges
I awoke today- Murder on my mind.
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