The Walker in June of 2010

I saw a woman wearing a pink sequined cocktail dress
she was short with tits that seemed more like a built in table than a chest
something about this woman made me think of how pink is an unlucky color for me

i told a couple of girls i was in the marines witnessing their eyes brighten and tones become flirty
one told me how the other did not know people in the area and could use some friends
the other girl... had pink dye in her hair.
i gave her my name and told her i could help her out, this led to awkwardly making eye contact the rest of the night

this might be all in my head because i worry that people get impressed by the organization i am a part of
which to me is not that impressive since i have seen so many people go through the same things i've been through, and i know so many who have been through so much more

there is a part of me that wants to tell that woman in the pink sequenced dress how her tits make her look like she's about to topple over and it doesn't suit her body at all
wants to ask if this girl did become suddenly interested in me because i have a steady paycheck and a uniform
why someone respects me because i'm in the military and go to poetry readings because obviously hard muther fuckers don't read poetry

part of me wants to run around the city streets and punch people in the face when they look at me funny or do something wrong
i want to kick people with my boots on just for fucks sake then ask them if they are ok and cry then punch them with my fists
i want my gang to fight your gang in a gang fight even though my gang is mostly peace-loving good kids while yours is drunken slobs.

tell those girls their outfits make them look like whores and point out the guys who wont get laid tonight loud enough for everyone to hear these truths i make true through sheer volume

fuck it

i'm gonna turn this city upside-down in flames and boots to faces
stomp on your dog and make you eat the words you bullshit outside smoking lounges on friday nights
take a red arrow and pierce the hearts of the bastards on motorcycles who ask me if i'm going to it because i live in this damn city and can go there all the fucking time
take another arrow and just shoot it through the window to see what happens
the third goes through your heart because i think i'm cupid and can make you fall in love with the next poor dumb mutherfucker you see

just make sure you dont look at me.