An Anger-y Poem

Anger lives like an Organ

Bespattered everywhere.

Often the eyes sweat

And sometimes the skin.

It grows and dys-appears.

Your witnessed snowfall goes unnoticed in Anger.

Anger lives in sad histories,

In unexpected intuitions.

It builds an asylum,

It breaks a mountain.

I plant a Daisy,

I forget to water.

There is where my Anger lives.

When my anger leaves,

I cry on dead colours.