Karma Drives a Green Mercury Mystique
and Plants Onion Bulbs
in the Sun

I drive down to the old
industrial park.

Cruise around slowly
scanning the lots.

Then I find
what I’m looking

I now know
where the animal control/parking enforcement
parks his truck.
That morbidly obese entitled bastard
who sits on city council
lures family cats into traps with food
and tickets the parking meter vehicles
of grieving family members
out front the

This bastard has had his cookies
and his cream
for far too

Rain comes
even to the pueblo.

A small grin
crawls across my face
as I speed off
into the late afternoon

I will return tonight
with my switchblade
and slash every one
of that fat fuck’s