OPTIONAL POETRY

This anger would be easier if I was a painter, could spill it out in cadmium red and yellow ochre, let layers build up– . This anger has texture, rough as a raised fist. In solidarity, or to land a blow? I don’t know, it chokes out eloquence. . How could such hate be lauded? Add some cheap gold foil to the composition, scattered senselessly. Rabidly. . A heart is a muscle, it can fail, […]