The Swing Era Begins

The anger has more substance than the love
Which had preceded it. The love was vapor,
Little else, and hung, a fog, which left me
Lost. I gestured in it. No one came. The
Anger's like an iron club. It's in my hands.
My eyes now see, and I am keen to start
To swing it, smashing everything.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-31 at 12:05

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