when i hate
my essence
becomes
entangled
in millions
of choking cob webs

i can not
walk through them
because
walking through them
is like
running through water

i can not
see past them
because they are
as dense
as a san francisco fog

i can not hear
because they block sounds
with their frightening light feathery touch

i can not speak
because they
invade my mouth
with their
hairy gray
slovenly
dusty must

so what do i do

i stay
in one place
i tremble
from the inside out
i eat
mind benders

and i look
to the sun
to send me
more energy
because
it takes
much more
than my
human energy
to hate

COPYRIGHT 2001 by Michael Bonanno
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