Don’t look for me.
I’ve gone to Anger Island
and I’m not taking calls.
I hate coming here
because it’s never as good
as I think it’s going to be.
Rarely has it ever
been worth it,
but I am drawn to it
as some are drawn to
Israel or Mecca.
Anger is the bloody river
running through my soul,
separating me
from the higher aspect,
that divine sliver.
I’ve tried to resist
but the lizard brain
is in charge.
Sitting here
I try to reassemble
what this visit
has wrought.
I’ll be back
after I purchase
my return ticket
with regret.
This makes me very sad.
ReplyDeleteBut I so heart that movie. It's one of my favorites.
ReplyDeleteYou an me both, I am angry at the world and what is happening to humanity, to the people, to the children being raised in this pit of greed and toxins, but, I cannot keep on ranting, I think the next logical step is a revolution, and I'm only half kidding...
ReplyDelete....where'd my thoughts go?
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