He dips, smacks
fist against bag,
growl and clash,
Joe Strummer splits
seams, drop
ceiling shrieks
in protest against
shuddering brace and groaning
beam, crimson everlast
swinging, spine
hunched, gloves up, slits
for eyes, he spits
as bristling
lips clench
jagged like razors
ragged like teeth
wet with stink
slick heat
bell at 3
he scowls, steps
back, steeps
in his own steam, salt
licking his neck
clampdown
~
anger can be power
d’you know
that you can use it
crouch
–
are you curled
fetal
or coiled
for the pounce?
never know
my
random
reactions
~
fight
or
flight
This is
A public service announcement
With guitars!
Silly little girl, you are