If it bleeds
the news makes madness to order
nobody was to be offended
we live now perpetually fighting battles
how strange that you should be dead
Angry poems
Angry poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.
Divisiveness
the morning askew
we hate one another
for being possible
in the news
they shot a dead man
and I must beware of falling
that lasting art
The war on darkness
up and to war
under a god of business
man’s hands stay the night
our common nuisance
Outshone
a dull anger made
a dull sun
we were together
you an excellent frost
I a great fire
and the street was
a bride’s closet
Deadening
frost white on the fields
and in the news
the dead hand of the state
we go out to get high
and miss most of the words
with moonshine in a sack
Outraged
frost in my belly
bitter against the state
the men
who fiddle so we dance
so we cross eyes
Roar
whitewater
I ache to sing without song
that music of anger
Invective against vituperation
people demanding we begin to fear
sing their own charge
invading us like an army of clerks
weary of life
with much ado making an echo
into a salvo
may they die in it
and the quiet come home safe
Reformed
a doll with a tongue
to whom he did all
violence imaginable
his daughter
for the first time spoke
in court to save him
who says he is ruined
by what he sees now
having nothing to eat
and little in the news
but that they pray it may
prove little
Hate Inc.
the office of hate
in a frightened country
is like a storm singing
a note out of tune
that cannot fit
in or out of an ear
Diet Plan
Denied membership
in the exclusive club
of the deceased, I resolve
to do away with wings,
keeping only the wingbones,
like a songbird in August
half-naked from the molt.
Ditto with hams & hambones,
which are only fit for split
pea soup. Human beings
are the other white meat;
pork is a poor substitute.
I resolve to give up bread
& salt & the speaking of truth
or its reasonable facsimiles.
Too many calories. Bad
Infernos
the fires we thought far off
burn now
burn the high places
burn down to the water
burn poor people in their houses
burn wings and the very stones
burn every creature
burn tar and oil and wood
burn art
and burn bards
burn carcass
burn ruin
burn the moon we move to
thinking that the safest place
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