and you want to come back in here
like some kind of god damned tourist,
like some kind of season ticket holder
with a soda can and a discount
and four kids
and enough bags
to put away a chop sawed pig?
You want to come back in here
with metal detectors blowing off sounds
like broadsides and enough junk
in your veins to make contact highs at
twenty paces? You want my arms
around you like I haven't dreamed
dreams of putting your face in
a table mounted vise?
And you want to come back in here
like some kind of god damned
hand stamped tourist?
