anger (20160601)

i can speak of anger
fluent in hard words
clenched jaw
balled up fist
tight-lipped mouth
that allows no human words

i can speak of anger
sudden blindness
urge to wrap your hands
around a throat
around the neck of a bat
and swing for the cheap seats

but instead
i will whisper to you
of forgiveness
that soft feather
brushing against your cheek
and beg for the same

——

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Angry

Poem 20160217

a piece of me, a fractured piece of me
and a piece of you, just as jagged

they try to fit to together
–teeth of mismatched gears–

where motion should be smooth
instead the sound of snapping glass bones
screams of angels with cinder wings
bits and pieces falling wetly to the floor

the machinery stops so we mop up the blood
and try again

each time there is less and less of me left
each time there is less and less of you left

this is why we break

unevenly matched where there should be symmetry
but when the gears meet at last–we transcend