modaya:: Saturday, April 21, 2001

I'm not angry but
when I see you standing there
wrecking your havoc of delusion and degredation
packaged as dreams of delight
on friends and foe a like, my
bile rises and spleen burts forth
spewing self righteous abuse and indignation;
venting voice of my powerlessness.
But I'm not ANGRY!

*I wrote this after reading a rant on another poetry list I'm on. The sentiments do not represent mysel