a poem

revenge isn’t cold to me, it’s poetry

take an inch from mine, i’m running up a mile.

take kin from thine i’m wiping you inglorious.

ancestral wipe you’re running out of life.

cell vein is white the blood is out of drive.

when you start, i finish, retaliation.

her-story of vineyard i paint the village wine.

his-story in neutral i’m running out of rotor.

hate me and i marry mirror you notorious.

love me and you get to expand the mind.

hurt the ones i love i summon in the night.

raven all you doves an oppice to the flattery.

uma thurman your squad i’m odding to your even.

or i’m caradine bill killin’ to your beatrix.

tarantino feet foot fetish i’m a freak.

i promise that my lick back will be complete.

vendetta v vember counting five.

natalie portman shaved her wheat

i’m looking for trouble, you’re looking for peace.

order is a pattern that i don’t perceive.

chaos is ladder to my groundless being.

revenge isn’t cold to me, its diplomacy.