Smash

I want to smash
your face in
for all your
false airs
pretention
and oh woe is me

destroy the vanity
on which you live
amid perfumed finery
and all the right labels

expose you
to the glare of day
outside your cavern
and your soft
white lights

break backs
and hide your remains
for the garbage man

i want to smash
in
your face
send shards flying
in a spatter painted Pollock
of smirk and blood

(but it's a fucking expensive mirror)