on some nights i know
a hate that wants to knife cops
parade in obscene hats, its ripping warrants
and booting your goddam toyota

hate that spits in the trumpet and
rattles the rain stick, misting the
red remains of bigots down on the world,
blowing up the fucks and fedoras
kicking a crust punk, a hippy and
bitches with shopping bags

hate that sends me to the rodeo
to punch the convicts and the judge,
your young man is bucking and
toppling the teacup, nailing your ass

a hate that lies in bed with a fever,
that has no relations of which to speak,
a hate with no one to turn off the light
or provide an ice pack, bowl of soup