“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Rage is rabid
Rage is the creature with fangs
that cannot conceal those points
And snarls soft lips to show
not all poetry is Pleasant-but Passionate
And acute or cuspidate,
sparks spit fire from its place
that abstains mutation,
that ignites others-enflamed.
Insolence-I've heard its
verbal lashings, intentional trashing-
yet always with a lisp
as a magnanimous sycophant.
1st Pub.d 9/2/16.
Painting by Edvard Munch, Vampire, 1895 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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