Flattening Fences

Tonight I'll leave    
your corporate corpse    
to dangle its guts    
from the tree outside my window    
Let the world wipe its fingers    
on your sorry asshole
as it strides by to catch the 8:15    
    
The shivering clarity    
of a week without weed    
sex or coffee    
means I can swop electricity    
for candles if I have to  
With impunity I can  
uninvent the wheel    
and rejoice    
at the four point eight trillion reasons    
to stomp on your throat    
    
Bottle on the shelf    
I shall sleep    
grateful for the power of the wind    
driving my latest love affair    
with change    
and the magic of no more work