I am Mad:
as a swarm of curses, mad
as lightning, mad as ice.
I'm as angry as a mother bear
who never had a cub. I'm
chewing bricks and spitting rivers
of molten plasma that are rushing
to your door. This fire in my eyes
is peeling paint, frying eggs:
dogs in the street are fighting
without a Why. I could kick
through a wall, tear a door off its hinges
just to hear the hinges scream,
tear the door to shreds just to see
what's not inside. My heart's been swallowed
by the fury; every eyes that meet mine
are begging threats. My fists are triggers,
curling back, thirsty to shoot. This spiral fire
in my stomach is a mandala of rage. I'm
a bloodsniffed shark, I'm original sin,
I weapon and wardrum and scythe.
I'm a chorus
and you're rapping
on my hive.