A Crown of Thorn & Berry - Joseph Robertson

i am angry at confusion
my own or the world's
angry that a muddle of false fresh hopes
can turn good depth of meaning
into peril stark & senseless
within a breath of indiscretion
angry that rules are inconstant allies
ungoverned incorrigible cheats
& mostly desolate

i am angry at the world
at meaning & absence & their
tremulous union
angry at the mundane fits of absence
within myself
at the failures of light & laughter
to overcome chaos
to live in fertile perpetual abandon

i am angry at the ministers
of justice & of law
the arbiters of faith
good or bad as it may be
at one moment or another
in one hand or another
in curvilinear fruition or in drought
angry at the error that underscores
human civilization & the codes
of all our conduct

i am angry at the hand that feeds
angry at the grist mill
the grinding the grimacing
from a harvest denied
angry at the bells for their forgetting
basic liberties
for tolling ever closer
to the root of anger

i am angry at the universe
for all its brazen mystery
angry at the weather's unencumbered might
angry at willpower for its corruptibility
& at the masses that look away

i am angry at repetition
for its breeding false security
angry at the lust for repetition
at the wind for perfect inaccuracy
at the seas for their abysmal secrecy
angry at gods who resist naming
motions that follow no lyric or reason
angry at simplicity for redoubtable
interlocking deviations

angry at myself for having overlooked
so much beauty...

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