a hot swirl of rage
questioning all decisions
reason approaches
anger
Poetry
People shouting roses
Fists in anger, hearts in love
Calling for the change to come
Fitness in the park
The fitness group are in the park again, damp and muddy and pink. Not all of them look as if they want to get down and dirty and give him ten. It is freezing. A dog hunches nearby. Tabards and tempers are fraying.
Roses 2
Roses.
Rock salt.
Razor blades.
Tio looked at his shopping list. He hated alliteration. And randomness. Adding anger didn’t help.
Animal we are
Animal we are.
Blood pulses at our throat.
The feel of the flesh that forces the spasm
is as living in us as in those we look down on.
Muscles twitch our skin.
Though clawing for beauty, claw still we do,
the wink of an eye our only betrayal.
Animal we are.
Animal we die.
The roar of the rage at the end of the hunting
despite our soft bellies wells up all the same.
Animal we are.
simonsalento 