“I’m trying to climb up both walls at once.” Charles Olson
Fucking Frustration
A nice alliteration,
A kind of meditation
That is truly a sensation,
Perhaps even a salvation?
Smashing, ripping, beating, chewing,
All the things I end up doing.
Scribbling, raving, bobbing, tapping,
Maybe even humming?
Actually,
anything to keep me running
from the thoughts, the things, the people, the films
that on repeat (beep-beep) boggle my mind
and that in time,
make me want to throw up these rhymes
so that I can finally say:
“No, I’m actually fucking fine.”