Chartreuse

The scream­ing shout­ing madness
Quivers on the tip of my tongue,
Trembles in my lip, yowls in the
Edges of my clench­ing. I want to
Unleash hur­ricane fury, crash down
A hand slap­ping a fly into oblivion,
An ava­lanche crush­ing beyond
Recog­ni­tion a land­scape untouched.
I want my screech reverberating
From valley edge to skyscraper.
Every window will shatter.
Brick dust will anoint heads
Of pass­ersby who will shudder
At the fleet­ing shadow and be thankful
They don’t know my wrath.
I drink cleans­ing green fire
In an effort to quell this insane rage.
Per­haps its burn­ing will dis­tract me
From razing city streets to rubble.