bad poetry for negative losers (broken glass as community action pt. 1)

i.

the ad on the bank said
'set them up for life,
with a long term savings account'
and I threw bottles through their window
like i was vomitting
anarcho-sentiment
'set them up for life'
with a healthy distrust of Everything
'set them up for life'
with powerful arms for smashing glass.
set them up for nothing.

ii.

i watched a cock fight
razor spurred.
two days later
i went to a rock show.
razor spurred.
my arms like tornadoes
tearing up flesh.
sometimes
i can still taste
the blood of swollen dreams.


iii.

i shot myself in the back yard
of a house where no one lives
don't let me be a burden
even in death.

iv.

we all have our coping mechanisms.