Poem: “Anger: You”

And in the night you’re just a fly-by

Can’t think nor help nor wonder why

You’re a glint in the eye of disaster.

Do you cry when you know you’re not past her?


See her fluttering float by



Be angry at self, others, self

She should be gathering dust on high shelf!

Bright day warm gold clouds wisp by…


Beat at your chest with pain – die


Beg to the gods this pain shan’t repeat

Have you learned your lesson now, not to cheat?


October 2003


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