Consumption

I awake, awake with anger
Say in my mind all I feel of hate
Work the words of badness
Work words to grate
Grate all my feelings
Grind them to dust
Work through the torment
Clear an absent view
Open closed pathways

For the rest of the day
Crippled in chaos
Crippled from to do
Know that I have to
Know no desire
Grovel, grope inside
Grieve, leave behind
A weight that’s consumed
Consumed my kind











a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here