(kicking ass: you have to consciously decide to do it)
.
horsetorcher
no bull
or excuse
no more of that—
I am back
and
this is called a
full frontal
attack:
I was buried in a submarine
—I died—
exploding space-shuttle highs
flaming from the skies
I was crowned, beneath me queens
drowning, gurgling, frowning
—but that is all, that’s quite enough;
changing colours
towelling off
I am not your tragic
clown
I tell you
I am tough.
it is soup of
ideas
not intensional sense
but extensive reference and
this is my two cents and
this is revenge and
it speaks its own force and
it speaks its own voice so
GET OUT OF MY WAY
do it right away
because
I’m back upon the horse
and I’m
charging into town and
I burn it to the ground
because
I’m back up on my stallion
and
I am the human torch.
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