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."