angst cycle (iii) — [ƚ] (i)

the anger’s still lava
i walked from the metro today
muttering to myself
unfortunately that’s not uncommon

some poor woman
walked like an idiot
side to side across the pavement

i think she heard me curse her
as i tried to pass
under my breath

i don’t think
her choice of shoes

they were the silver
of duct tape