Feed the Burn

Have you ever turned the gas on the oven all the way up just to hear the hiss?

I ripped the pictures off the wall

Just to take a moment to show

Exactly how much I care

 

I threw the furniture

Tore the carpet from the floor

 

I set the house on fire

 

I am in love

With the rage

The hatred

The pure unadulterated passion

 

I am the erect middle finger

I am the swearing beet red character

Whose voice is hoarse

From yelling

But continues to try

 

I am the vocal chord

Torn ragged

Supped in whisky

Spraying fire into the backdraft

 

I put away the match

And grabbed a can of gas

 

I am the human road flare

And if I thought it would garner

More attention

I would be the flaming monk

 

But that’s too small

 

So like I said

I set the house on fire

And spit fuel

To feed the burn

04/27/2012

Author's Note

0357 am

Reviews

[Nobody.]

Rage! Rage! Rage on, my poetic friend.

I have been a silimilar kind of fire at times.

this kicked a*s.

RG

[...]

Oh! I think this is a piece that every human being must read. I have experienced rage. It did not manifest in the way that is described above but I know the intensity of inner rage that you speak of. And yes, it's utterly pointless. I was astonished to hear the Dalai Lama nearly defend self-immolating Tibetan monks who are protesting in this drastic way to make the Chinese Government listen to their demands. Rage is so not at the core of Buddhism or any other religion or any other humanitarian thought. By painting this rather powerful picture of it in words, you have cautioned the reader against it. IMHO.

[J Todd Underhill]

Immolation is not the answer to your problems Illigitime Non-Carburundom, And the that fails the a properly executed Diamond Cutter or DDT usually fixes the problem just fine… Then the bass filled voice roars from the great beyond “Finish Him!” Then the proper sequence and you can rip their head and spine right from their body “Fatality!”