Posts Tagged ‘anger



04
Jan
10

Progress

Crushed butts in the grass remind men
People take the shortest cuts
And in passing leave behind them
Pathways marked with Starbucks cups.

Wait! He says, This is an outrage!
Call a meeting, kvetch and moan.
Gather friends to bag up garbage;
It’s replaced before they’re home.

Surely, there exists an answer-
Can’t each one police himself?
When will these cretins serve justice?
While they’re burning trash in hell.

24
Dec
09

Work In Progress

The wind stung our cheeks and levered crystals of moisture from our tear ducts. Aaron grabbed my hand and dragged me, my thick feet stumbling, into the last remaining full-length phone booth. He shouted over the gale threatening our sanctuary, “Think of something sad.”
“Like what?”
“Think of Albert. Think of him dumping the box of Legos on Christmas morning. Surveying his new-built city and strutting like an emperor. And we’ll never see him.”
The tears surprisingly swift and sweet in the warmth they brought to the surface, coursed down my cheeks. I felt my face thaw and then sag as if I were melting. I rubbed my face on Aaron’s scarf and the earthy scent of the wool tickled my nose.
“You’re right,” I said into his neck, my words chipped, sharp. “That’s why I can’t forgive you.”

21
Dec
09

Rebirth And Retribution

In my next life, I’m going to be a big man
And I’m going to drive a big damn truck.
Being rich could only help me;
Having influential friends couldn’t hurt.
Then I could cut off other drivers with impunity
Especially the ones with Christian fish on
Their cars who force folks nearly off the road.
I could say what I wanted too like
“Cover your mouth, you son of a bitch.
No one else wants your germs because
You feel the need to cough.”
I’d take my grocery cart with 47 items and
Unload it in the express lane.
If people griped about it, I’d pay for their items too
Then they’d feel like dirt for complaining.
And, of course, there’d be no problem with my
Picking up young people- who’re sitting on the
Bus in the seats reserved for Honored Citizens- and
Moving them to more appropriate spots;
My influential friends would take care of getting
Any charges dropped or settlements arranged.
For some reason it was my destiny in this life
To be a small woman who drives junkers.
Maybe I’m supposed to learn humility or patience
Or just how to cope with a lot of crap.
But in my next life I’m going to be a big man
And I’ll be making up for lost time.

18
Dec
09

Senate Smackdown

Joe L. left his seat; he started to speak
about his health care amendment.
He talked and he blabbed till his time had elapsed
then asked for an additional minute.
But A. Franken cried, “Extension denied!
I’m in charge and you’ve talked much too long!”
McCain rose, looking hurt, said, “I’ve been here since dirt.
I’m not sure what went down but it’s wrong.”

[Dedicated to @kaijuisme who wanted to spend all day rewatching the video of The Showdown but couldn’t.]

16
Dec
09

Mourning The Loss Of The Father I Knew

The world is a vampire; It sucked you dry.
Now you’re doing the same to me.
(Somewhere my twin is walking in sun or splashing in rain;
Meanwhile I can feel myself aging like the portrait of Dorian Gray.)
Every day from the same chair I feel your eyes watching me,
Demanding things without your speaking to ask.
Even when I try to sleep, I can’t get away from you;
You bump into something on your moonlit walk to the kitchen.
I open my eyes and there you are,
Floating through the room like Hamlet’s ghost.
Yes, at night- magically- you’re able to find your own food.
In the daylight hours, you’re content to rely on everyone else.
Where is the father I grew up loving?
How could you have let this happen to us?
We used to play cards and argue about religion.
Now mostly our conversations revolve around your pills and shots.
(How did you ever end up taking so many pills?
Sometimes I have to look out the kitchen window
To see if it’s morning or night so I can tell what pills
You’re supposed to be taking. They all run together.)
We took long walks together, played volleyball Saturday nights.
(You were rarely a gracious winner or loser;
I hate playing on either team.)
Now mostly you sit and I catch you staring into space.
Sometimes you’re listening to an audiobook
Then again sometimes you’re not.
Don’t you ever get bored sitting there
And wonder what life looks like from the couch?
Do you want to go try Voodoo Donuts with bacon?
Don’t you ever just miss yourself?
I’m researching alternative medicine to cure you
And behavior modification.
Trying to get why I care so damned much,
When you don’t care enough
To stand up
To walk across the living room
To see where the bicyclists go when they’re past the window,
Beyond the edge of the world
That exists in your chair.

03
Dec
09

Ripping The Band-Aid Off, All At Once

The simple truth, Bisou? This is the end.
It seems we are not soulmates after all.
If this were the perfect romance, as you say,
Shouldn’t there be room in your day for me?
For us? Yet here I am alone.
It’s easy to say if we’d met at a
Different time things would flow as smooth as glass.
But if you meet someone perfect for you
and the timing’s off they weren’t perfect, right?
Maybe I should have been more demanding.
Maybe you’d prefer someone with no needs.
Whoever you’re looking for it’s clearly
Not me so I can’t care less who it is.
Still I’ll always treasure the special times:
The first time I saw you across the room;
First time we stayed up talking through the night;
The first time we kissed tentatively then
Later when we really got it right;
The last night we spent in each other’s arms
And U.S. tanks rolled in to free Baghdad.

30
Nov
09

There’s Low-paid Then There’s Low Class

Did you ever notice how a low-class woman, once she blows up a little-
And I mean real low class like
Giving her daughter a stripper name like “Tigre”
Or turning over everybody’s stuff to see where it’s made-
Enjoys displaying her smart new status by being positively rude to The Help?
“Excuse us,” she pushes past the worker at KFC.
She’d rather plunk her emptied tray onto the table nearest her than walk four feet.
Well now, what were you thinking?
It’s that girl’s job to put that tray away.
It’s not the customer who gets paid for that.
Not that she stays home all the time and does nothing cuz she doesn’t.
She works two days a week and that’s surely pitching in.
It’s not a serving job like this but she did her time.
Besides, what’s the point of marrying up if you still have to bust your ass?
And after all, she did not pay $75 for a full set of acrylics-
And she really should go back to that Korean bitch um girl
And make her fix that pinky because you can’t tell her it should have chipped after only three days-
Just in order to get some stranger’s dirt all up under them.
You clean up after your family but that’s different because you know them;
I mean you love them and you know where they’ve been.
That mousy-haired girl over there though, working here, dealing with the trash;
Who knows what kind of things she’s exposed to?