Poemdog

Dogs 2017

GETTING MAD
(2/18/17)

anger
is the only
way

to prod me
perpendicular
from bed
some mornings

pissed
at myself

at my resigned
routine

I attack
with a vengeance

I walk

I drive

I work

I even
relax

with a quiet
rage

I actually
don't like
the feeling

I've considered
counseling

medication

but what
would remain?

depression?

then
I really
would need
some fucking
drugs

I do know
that a little
focused hostility
pushes me
through
the dark days

provides me
purpose

moves
my ass

so keep
away

the mood
will pass

the world
will be easy
for me
again
tomorrow

maybe