Pj krass

Angry poem

This poem is angry, this poem is hurt.
Tired of wincing at slaps, fed up with ducking blows,
frustrated by the thousand and one nights of No,
it longs to roll itself up into a fist
bigger than any nimbostratus cloud.

This poem wants 
electric jags of lightning 
exploding from cast-iron knuckles,
striking its enemies down into the dirt.

This poem is so angry, it would tear 
grass from a horse’s mouth
then stuff that grass into every throat 
it’s ever had to bow before.

This poem 
doesn’t want to stay this way 
for long. 
It wants to say yes, 
   it wants to
         say yes, it wants 
to say yes.

POEMS BY PJ KRASS HAVE APPEARED IN JOURNALS INCLUDING ADIRONDACK REVIEW, ATLANTA REVIEW, CAESURA, CHALEUR, NEW VERSE NEWS, RATTLE AND SOUTH CAROLINA REVIEW. HIS POETRY CHAPBOOK “MY SIXTIES” IS FORTHCOMING FROM FINISHING LINE PRESS. HE'S ALSO RECEIVED A PUSHCART PRIZE SPECIAL MENTION. PJ TEACHES AT THE WRITERS STUDIO AND IS POETRY CO-EDITOR OF AN ANTHOLOGY, "THE WRITERS STUDIO AT 30."