Unhinged

Fri 04/16/10 at 11:47 am

The man rages
red-faced,
arms flailing,
he sputters and fumes.
Impotent fury.
The wind blowing fiercely
whips away his whining,
rattles and flaps
his windows and doors.
Unhinged, he rants.
His sensibility scatters
in the rubble of his composure.
The wind —
this damn wind —
wins. mjh

If a player doesn’t appear above, listen to the poem.

next in this category: Sung
previous in this category: flea

No Comments yet

Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.

#
Powered by WordPress with Pool theme design by Borja Fernandez.
Entries and comments feeds. 53 queries. 0.862 seconds. Back to Top