It isn't often that I want to break
Something (even a line) in order to
Make something that isn't in me quake
Under my pressure. It's not what I do.
But now I find the need and feel the urge
To smash and smash and smash at something small,
Making it break itself beneath the surge
Of my frustration as it takes it all
And leaves me less. I want to vandalize,
Leave shards of something hanging somewhere odd,
Destroy something and leave it where the eyes
Will catch it, crack the soil and the sod
And leave the earth aware of how I feel.
I couldn't do this, though, to something real.
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