Anger is the grenade

I throw when someone’s made

A breach in my defences.

It happens when I’m laid

Low by stress, or I’m afraid,

My walls reduced to fences.

It almost never works,

And afterwards it irks

Me to think I threw it.

Oh yes – there are perks,

But hidden danger lurks,

And I always rue it.

You see, the problem is

The shrapnel, which can fizz

About and hit a friend

Or even me – and miss

The real target! This

Is why I intend ………

I am the fleeting shadow of a passing cloud.

For some – a momentary annoyance

For others – a second or two of relief

For all – as quickly forgotten

For none – as much significance.

(With clinical detachment)

Its a transient psychosis.

(Nicely, but coldly adamant)

A tiresome mid-life crisis.

(Eyes that betray true sentiment)

A nasty messy business.

(Deeds that execute judgement)

Quite definitely leprous.

Where are you going , Johnny?

Know you the way?

Your face so bright and bonny

Laughter so gay.

I’m going your way, Daddy,

Take me with you.

I’m going nowhere, laddie,

Will you come too?

If we’re together, Daddy,

Nowhere is fine!

My hand in yours, laddie,

Your hand in mine?

I am always cold now.

The sun only warms to burn,

Mellows to melanoma.

Damn those tricksters faith and hope!

And love – the Dark Lord

Who takes his time to kill.

The music of the Spheres

Is betrayal.

Gravity and silence are all.