Friday, February 01, 2008

Anger

This anger
is almost
as red hot
as the desire
is not.

1 comment:

Trée said...

I keep coming back to this poem, reading it again and again without ability to pinpoint just why it thrills and never disappoints. I think its the twist at the end, the contrast unexpected, the plopping of "is not." I just love that plop, articulated with dry unblinking attitude.