Gnawing Anger

She sat looking at me,
Not listening to a word.
Every time we talked, she
Said my opinion was absurd—
You should have seen my face;
The anger I showed was a disgrace.

For years, I have lived with such anger,
Gnawing anger, the kind that lingers
Like roadkill. To be sure, I am not stranger
To rage. Its long bony fingers
Have touched my heart many times,
Urging me to commit heinous crimes.

But to blame anyone for my rage is unjust.
No one is responsible for my fury,
Though I may think so, my eyesight is simply blurry
Anger is seeking a new slave;
As for me, I’d rather be brave,
Before anger puts me deep down in a grave.

Spontaneous Combustion

Exploding feelings across
The wide open page
As if to say—
“I am wide open for your inspection.”
Fuck that!!
Don’t inspect me!
Respect me

Who the fuck are you anyway?
Who the fuck am I for that matter?

What am I here for?
What pain must we all endure?

Here for the ride I guess!
Always skeptical
Always a receptacle

For the shit of the world
And of our own making

Is dumped
Pumped and;
Thrown,
In our face

As a spectacle

For all to see or

More likely ignore!

Go back to About me.

Diembodied Voices

In the valley where technology thrives

People are dying

Like a decaying corpses

Rotting

Stench so rancid

It curls the nose

Disembodied voices scream

To be heard

Who will hear them?

What became of community?

What became of friendship?

What became of intimacy?

What became of marriage?

What became of relationships?

What became of our voice?

What became of our choice?

Our choice, your choice, Everyone’s choice?

Do those relationships exist today?

Did they ever really exist?

Are they relics of the past?