Flushing Atilla Poem by Martin Lochner

little backstabbing
metro stingers that roams
aircon passages and humid streets
super glue smiling and victorian lace talking about
heavens mercies
celestial interventions
and all the small acts of tolerance
I am tired of your pretentious pettiness
draw the line clearly
show some bully beef character
and hurl your demarcated hate against me
or any other one you choose you whoosh
rejoice honestly in the fact that you want
to beat the hell out of me….