I dream of wild things

Mouths drop

Like rubberneckers

Ogling wreckage

So I won’t say

But the gloves come out

Almost every night

And I take you on

As judge

Jury

Executioner

Undertaker

Cremator

Even now

Long after I stopped

Breathing your air

You still capture my ire

So I carve my initials

Across your forehead

And I fire a shot

Of all that you deserve

Right between the eyes

Of a face

I don’t always

Remember