Anger

anger is the flush that clogs that fills the pretty pretty air with smog- it isn't fair but it's over there, watching, peering, lurking, jerking off & leaving nasty sticky stains- don't strain yourself, it comes & goes without warning, swarming the innocent family, surrounding, pounding its way in- using ears mouths & limbs as entrances, arriving confetti sparkling the sinuses of thought- i'm sneezing- i'm seething- i'm wrought with mucus- murky tunnels that seem to be getting smaller smaller too small to fall- i crawl blissfully unaware i'm spiralling inward -because i care, i don't- i am the bird smashcrumbling into the ever clean glass, the massive shatter overrides & then destroys the whisper (pitterpatter) the suddenly splattered convoy of intensity- can't help can't stifle this propensity to continue, to punctuate 'accident' with perpetuity; such stability is fluid, washes, evaporates, brings the spirit up only to dissipate, fall, & falter again.