Such rage at helplessness like jalapenos in your nose rage
The silly cartoon rage
Nothing to be done rage
But take the hit on the chin
And begin again rage

Rage that swells the forehead veins
Yet no thought comes–rage
Except the name
Which makes you cry rage

Rage at your limitedness- limited
Rage at the system- systemically followed to achieve
Rage at your fatigue
The turned eyes of others
And tomorrow we take that rage into a baseball sized fist
And demand they catch what
They’ve dropped before.

The problem is the devil cares to mind his tail while we try to keep up with his hooves

So focused was I on the chorus of fine I counted your offbeat cadence -in candor-as typical of the vehicle you operated which is to mean teenager

So when you turned and said
I’m not fine

I listened halved in heart to keep the rhythm
And when you said
She abuses me
Quartered and ready
To dance the dance of not fine with you until the end of time

Or fine became the tune

But you found silence and now I tread here looking for you

I will not stop coming for you

Dearest Sarah,

When the wolves stop howling at the moon, we will not stop howling for you

We will not stop coming for you
There will be no forgetting, no pledge
Just the extended hand to catch you if you fall
And then you fell
And where were we
Waiting perched like helpless owls
So now, dear Sarah,
Now we howl
You will not go into the night alone
Our voices raise with your own
We are on all sides
We will not let them forget
There is no crack for you
Except the crack of dawn