30.05.2009
Gibran
harsh ugly passion spills over
into the black pool of frustration
where rage boils wildly
and steaming wrath
escapes vehement in vicious lips
shrieking bitter malice
drowning spite manic laughing
beneath cruel eyes that see red
pulsing with madness
bleeding with hatred
over muscles clenched angry
seething furious
in sweet hot violent ire
like day and night apart
from one pole to the other
going gone leaving
slow sentences in an endearing croaky tenor
painted smile bright as the break of day
bruising grip so sure it could break bone
in circles with ease
like drawing breaths
how you do it so well
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