Anger is only...

a momentum you feel

on the last straight spoke

of a broken wheel.

a tool to dispel

the rain hitting level

under the umbrella.



a pill to make you ill

when hard feelings

can’t get their fill.

an interim storm

of desert grit

to keep words warm.

an instant switch

to start a charge

with a hurl of spit.

a shocking drug

you shouldn’t share

off the chopping block.

How do you deal with anger?  What makes you incessantly angry?  hmmmmm.........I could go on and on and on, why don't you?

Too Kind

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Which imposing
idiot idol said
chauvinistically,
"Love is kind?"

-when love is turned
into a raging joke,
and one to
"never mind"?

Which imposing
idiot idol said
patriarchal,
"Love is blind?"

-when a mother sees
her "babe", no longer
nor will he let on,
nor turn to hug her?

Are a mother's
arms on the wane,
if young shoulders
broaden to a man?

Are a mother's
songs too queer
for his tuned,
sophisticated ear?

Are a mother's
teats too hard
to be a spouse,
to be a bard?

Are a mother's
hands too weak
to thrust her teen
to the passenger seat?

Are a mother's
eyes too blind
to love even when
they're closed,
in kind?