angst cycle (iii)
[ƿ] (ii)

i heard about
in conversation came up
the conman

well that’s the story
originally told to me
whether he is
or the story was skewed
i don’t know

but the anger was risen
the jam threw out
its violent red
inside

the empty night lit
rained–on road
grew fuming spewing
unmoving rushed blocked

so i turned
my soul away

that road has to collapse
it’s going to take
well
i think
forever
it’s as quick as nothing
the steps and intervals between
no change and more
the same no change

someone
just tried to close a blind
a stuck blind
so he pulled sharp
and hard
it fell of the wall
i laughed