Anger

simmers in the belly
acidic, fiery, cradled fury
in wait for, a splintered door
any portal liberating rage
all needed, inspiration
a target, person, place, thing
till brutal exhaustion
flushes the reservoir
calm again, again

screenwriter. director. poet. an open mind. Not right, left or central, simply human.

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