Letting Off Steam

When you boil over in a rant.

Letting Off Steam

Dried ink on parched paper

as thirsty virgin, white vellum

laps up every angry droplet.

The blood red of the words

spills across the page,

filling it with passion

and rage,

and murderous fury.

I can breathe now that

I have spilled my guts,

spread my seed

all over like a disease

I long to be free of.

Exploded expletives

that cling like faeces

to a toilet seat

are now out there.

And yes my blood pressure

is back down now,

and I am calm

again.

 

25/09/17

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many way to release your blood pressure. This is one. A interesting poem my friend.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Coyote. Writing is for many a release.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my friend and you are welcome.

[wordman]

seems to be my problem at times,blowing off steam

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You and me both 'kid'! Thanks Ron.

[duff]

Oh this has some swagger! Venom spewed in rapid beats. It's just relentless. Scream psychology I find can be quite liberating. Nice work man. Sometimes you have to just unleash it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed tis so dear Duff; many thanks.;

[duff]

You are most welcome