Anger is never a loud clamor covered in a cast iron case–
It’s a lot of dissonance trapped in a narrow space.
An Olympic arena filled with control freaks
Or people who followed because they could not sleep.
It’s always been about how you tell a story, not about how you live it.
Three sour half-truths make poisonous decoy a gimmick.
Give or take, the fog is raising and building a cruel circus –
You know too much when I’ve barely scratched the surface.
***
We know each other through shiny shower heads and hotel parking lots,
And we know that neither of us is the breadwinner type when coming up with devious plots.
My bloodline branded you as one that has a wondering eye, no Lasik,
And your wife would agree when you touch my thighs, so pervasive.
I’m too weary to concentrate on those calling me a schemer or escort,
Too tired of senseless forgiveness about taking it one step too short.
All I want is your hand in mine but what I get is risible ire,
An irritating need to keep you as my wonderful, wonderful desire
Whilst the world goes more haywire.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 