...with fire.

Entered into the "Get angry!" contest.

It's funny because I serve vengeance
warm; the warmth of my cheeks
when laughed at: embarrassed, ashamed.
The kind of warmth we see as breaths outside
between December 22nd and March 20th.
And I'm counting our days... oh, yes:
They are numbered and—thank God—unendless.

I've been drinking the wine you've served
that's boiling inside my belly,
and I'll strip you naked—an exposure
like death-by-nature: frozen.
I'll strike you with this hand of iron
in my drunken stupor: under the influence
of rage and hate (the real kind we don't see
on the 5 o'clock news). And when midnight
strikes, signaling the last day...

Oh, yes... Spring will bloom a whole new
disaster. The kind that melts down
mountains of laughter as a mudflow,
the thick slop you'll drown in.

An eye for an eye.
You've heard this, I know... but now you've finally
seen it.

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

great poem about vengenance and anger, great subject to write about, because it bridles all your intensity in a healthy way. lol. There are some meaty stanzas in here, they have lots of substance.

I've been drinking the wine you've served
that's boiling inside my belly,

great....he gives you wine, but it's not necessarily good kind, because it's boiling your wrath,

The kind that melts down
mountains of laughter as a mudflow,
the thick slop you'll drown in.

i love that. mixing in nature with your relationship with him. drown him, he's slop. great job!

[Valorie J. Shearer]

Get angry is right! I really felt this.. take care~~~