Stationary Rage
I want to rip my jaw off and throw it
Carelessly against my very beige walls,
So that the liquid, vernacular spit
Will leak and continuously drip all
Over the spiral-bound notebooks I keep.
I want to let the unhindered words flow out,
Rushing from my throat when I'm welling deep;
When I'm parched by an emotional draught.
I want to feel a stream of berzerking
Thoughts bounce off the lid of my mouth and spill
Until the pages grow heavy, soaking
In the black language of my pen—until
I no longer drown in the failed concepts
Of a reality I can't accept.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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