personal attacks unprovoked have opened the doors to rage uncontained
lies told deceptions unleashed have fed rage’s belly stuffed, it has sat
fat and sleepy hogging sofas and time it has put its dirty shoes up on the bamboo table
and has belched up a yellow, unsightly bile rage has gotten too comfy it has
picked its yellowing teeth and has settled in for the long haul
its been too long an unquantified stay
helplessness initially guided rage to this neighborhood drew it a map pointed it in
the right direction toward the senseless acts of others death and its recurring heavy
residues of oils slick gave it a ride to this door but it never
knocked it just waltzed right in when no one was looking or paying attention
uninvited it made itself at home
when rage decided it was hungry it tore up every cabinet tossed and slammed
patience’s plates to the floor looked for and found a giant pot to simmer
its bitter brew
losing rhyme and reason it spilled burnt messy liquids sloshing judgment down the
sides of the stovetop and left me to make sense of such an uncharacteristic
mess
it tore the cabinets off their hinges searching for only the finest of ingredients
to add to its strange stew a dash of deception cup after cup of lies and frustration a
measure of greed insensitivity and ounce after ounce of thoughtlessness carelessness
and the all important liquids too many dashes of political salts to harden arteries of the
heart it added the arrogance and ego of others a can of misfortune’s broth it chopped
humanity into harsh unidentifiable pieces it forced open my mouth poured itself
down my throat and, i choking took it in took it down where it rumbled and gurgled
sickening my belly walls
and then rage made its guest list for its untimely dinner party
around the table, rage set placards for the unsuspecting often, the undeserving mostly, for
the ones unaware and so deeply entrenched in their own behaviors that nothing could
nudge awake their taste buds for them, rage’s voice falls on deaf ears
cyclists, hogging the road, the trails liars and theives players of every sort those
devoid of kindness to other humans mean-spirited humans bigots racists
republicans those insensitive to anyone or anything alive or dead in this universe
except for themselves ate heartily at rage’s table laughed at rage’s stories bounced
rage’s ire off dining room walls and chose to carry on in spite of rage’s ire
rage needs to move on down the road now i’ve cleaned up the messes walked it to the
door i’ve wearied of its shenanigans its sudden intusion the filth and mess the
shambles it has left me in
i’ve tired of its shocks and surprises today it must leave
rage has tarnished my reflection the mirrors of me crack each time from the velocity
of its arrival rage takes me by surprise takes too many years off of this
unpredictable life’s span
go away unintentional guest leave now, rage take your hunger devour another
host temper your guests and leave me
be