anger, frustration, restlessness, 8-13-2007, a poem

anger
frustration
restlessness

the growing desire to break a window
                   if only to hear the shattering

this Franken-machine
how beautiful
how glorious our creation:

concrete lives of glass and steel
wirelessly tangled in a web
of vehicles and interaction
so consumed in our struggle for money
as not to notice, and/or not to care
about the spider quietly approaching.

restlessness
frustration
anger

shattering the notion that breaking a window accomplishes
anything
but still wanting to listen
to glass breaking.

to feel muscular tension relieved
bungee cords strung around and around and around
my body

left hanging—

I cannot scream.