The Artwork: Anger
The Poem: Anger
Anger pulls an engine into action,
“Everything is imperative!”
screams the siren-red inner sound,
so matter-of-fact
in its priorities, so urgent
with its do-it-now demands
driving every breath
each
tumbling
word
(so help me)
flies like a dart
at buy-one-get-one-happy-hour,
to date no bull’s-eye on record,
and the wall
will never
be the same.