They are there. Or at the least the pain is.
The fuel in your chest and head, that
incombustible mass of inert angst begging
for a shore to crash its tsunamis against.
You have Mr. Young’s wail down low in the background
to inspire, but even his 60’s Southern injustice can’t
bring forth the rage energy to get these blister memories
out of your soul and into a world where they can run
until their seething fires burn down.
These winter tundra writes through your most hostile
inconsistencies are the ones that snap your pencils
and smash your keyboards into fine plastic powder.
If only my words had that strong meanness to burst from
my chest and claim their own life far from the small cold
cage my insecurities lock them in.
About the Creator
Steve Howard's self-published collection of short stories Satori in the Slip Stream, Something Gaijin This Way Comes, and others were released in 2018. His poetry collection Diet of a Piss Poor Poet was released in 2019.