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POEM – Sweet Revenge

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Before I splash this booze on you

and toss this match in your lap, whimper,

squirm, or beg, lover, I don’t care.

You can’t scare me anymore, those

knuckles no longer threaten my core.

If I wanted to fuck with you, I’d pose

as a guerilla cousin from Compton

and swing from the apartment balcony

like a drunk monkey and choke you

on the bloody carpet inside. I’m not your

battered bitch in a sexy satin blouse now.

I’d offer you a last freebie but I’m busy

cleaning out the safe before the cops raid

you while I watch a half-mile away.

Oh, I borrowed the pot and smack–

it’s for future memory loss.

I snatched the rain boots–they ooze

your slime, by the way–and switched

my fives for your wallet’s hundreds,

since you won’t need them after I barbeque

the skinny skunk you are. On second

thought, lover, hang on and scream louder

than you can, so I’ll hear you and cheer

from the mountain top of my new day.

*

David Spicer has had poems in Mad Swirl, Reed Magazine, Slim Volume, The Laughing Dog, In Between Hangovers, The American Poetry Review, Easy Street, Ploughshares, Bad Acid Laboratories, Inc., Yellow Mama, Dead Snakes, and in A Galaxy of Starfish: An Anthology of Modern Surrealism (Salo Press, 2016). He has been nominated for a Pushcart, a Best of the Net, is the author of one full-length collection of poems and four chapbooks, and is the former editor of Raccoon, Outlaw, and Ion Books. He lives in Memphis, Tennessee.

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