Anger #2

tired of sucking it
inside like stones
that build from the
belly up to the tongue
trying to surface
grinding on each other
the dust smokes in
your eyes soon your
lips will be frozen, the
weigh pulling you
down in a snow you
can't move from unless
you spit the stones
out, let them break out
of you like a grenade
a flower

Lyn Lifshin

Lyn Lifshin writes: "am having trouble thinking what sin i like most - maybe pride is why i've done over 100 books, am so obsessive about typing poems up, having a beautiful Abyssinian cat, do ballet 13 times a week to stay in shape"

If you've any comments on this poem, Lyn Lifshin would be pleased to hear from you.