Sunday, 24 October 2010

Being Hank Rollins

This anger is muscular
And every sinew is strained
Spasmodic rationale
Irritated to the point of pain
And scream your vitriol
Your barely suppressed misanthropy
Like a venom distorting reason
Stoking your raging ire
Wild-eyed and pumped on
The adrenaline of fury
This anger is so manifest
Reaching the optimum
Such malice all consuming
Distracts the focussed soul
Spitting bile with an acidic tongue
Into the Scarlet hues of rage…………….

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