two-toned

TWO-TONED VISION

 
I passed a black man heading east on Lafayette,
leveled mental crosshairs on his chest, 
exhaled, steady,
squeezed the synaptic squeeze,
felt the tragicomic,
orgasmic release.
 
No trigger guard, no safety.
This fucking mind of mine
can’t let me be happy.
Better kill somebody.
Better off let my body
trash-compact
in a wasteland landfill.
 
If love’s blind,
I hate these hateful eyes.
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