This appears in a pre-2010 issue of Down in the Dirt magazine.
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Light from windows
is out to get me.
Doors slam like daggers.
Cars are masters
of the drive-by evil lair.
Bricks leap up at my face
and stones project themselves
inches from my head.
Cats may gnaw on rats
but I’m the prey
they’re really after.
And I don’t need to read the headlines
to know what newspaper boxes want.
I’m more pre-emptive than I used to be.
That’s why I bust store windows,
stamp down grass,
set fire to some empty boxes when I can.
A cop was by here before,
looked me up and down
like he suspected me of everything.
So what if I get twenty years
for strangling a rose bush.
Better that than thorny hands around my throat.
