The rage that burns is without description for its prison sentence.
One of us must die. Neither can. So we live. In sentence.
Solitary confinement. The letter comes with meals. With meals
and clocks and little lower case letters. Oh fury
Oh fury
oh fury
oh fury
oh hysterics
oh fury
oh tears
oh convulse
oh fury
oh hysterics
oh fury
oh why can I knot.
With meals and bars and terrible lyrics and candy corn smiles.
Oh fury, where art thou? Without description, shoulder to shudder
work happens and nails go. Screws turn and hammers blow
little itty bitty bits of brains through honey afternoon tint light.
That slow
until it speeds to warp cuts when other people talk. Remember
that time we kissed and you thought we might have something
bowie blade tip deep to the chest beard lock. How fun, bunny.
Why can't you go out of doors and blend.
Do you think I am? No, do you?
Oh fury,
oh hysterics
oh tears
oh, my darling.
I harbor
all.
I help
few.
I care for some.
You turn me around,
I know.
"Take care of yourself!" "Be well!" "Later on!" "Ciao!"
"I'll talk to you!" "Catch up later!" "Be good!" "B'bye!"
When you've caught up with me do you wink and sigh
to yourself, an aside, have a: "oh he's screwed up again."
Do you suspect, on the sly, to not upset me while I ride?
While I try to be close to you and
your fury
your hysterics
your tears
oh, my darling!
Do you harbor?
Do you help?
Or do you tease?
See
what will
can make?
Honey from a hive divided mind you choose to nurture.
Cute.
I care for some.
Hysterics, fury, tears, cock, harbor and all.
Home, locked doors, windows, grimace and all.
Oh fury. Oh rage. Oh, my darling. Harbor me
and I will save you
outright.
