gentle as a lamb on any other day
prone to neither violence nor aggression
the non-confrontational mediator
this is where I live in my heart
and then they glide out on their skates
antagonism flowing in the wind behind
like a cape wrapped around them
and it blows to my seat as well
boiling the blood, deafening the ears
until I'm shouting crudity
not obscenity, but reveling in the hits
bruises being par for the course
the adrenalin flushes my veins
lamb turned temporarily to lion
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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