Rage
These people—
Jesus Christ give me patience!
I have none for any of them.
Especially the interloping whore.
But here we are,
Glowing red brand
And tender pink
hearts exposed.
Her family wipes their feet
On the doormat of her emotions
And my job is to be here,
backstop and cheerleader.
Nobody likes my opinion
Which is why I usually keep it to myself.
Their ears are shut,
Lemon rind wrapping sourness.
I can shout through lead,
with my X-ray volume.
Which is robust,
Boiling Scott-Irish.
We are channeling
Babylonian Ancestors.
I’d love to be Proenneke
Living in the woods
Instead of here
With these…
Ahhh—there’s the rage.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Time to take my leave,
Good luck with her mercurial logic.
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