And Then Some
By Paul Cameron Brown
The anger past
as a cat arches her back
a thickly rich robust anger
blackest coffee in a thick
earthen mug
this thug & mugger with sufficient
silk thread.
Yet the assassin is back
with catcalls & hiss
cortisol adrenalin that
lunge like that cat
rapid-fire along the back garden fence
this patio stroll
my senses black.
And time luxuriating like a thick veil.
That dread pack with
anger in the lead
- what prevokes it -
obviously really
a pack of violent
running lies - wolves
hell-bent running over
intent on deceit,
thievery, then some.
A narrative with a long reach.