Barely Minimum

Tell me your anger
Don’t drool on the floor
Here
Take the napkin
Wipe them
Sappy as you are, furious
With the world

“It wasn’t meant to be”, between hiccups
Your words
Sincerely unpredictable
Your hate, justifiable
Get up
Don’t stoop
I mimic the confessional box
The little lit room
Exploded with
Grief

Oh now, it’s getting corny
Soothing you isn’t always enough
Don’t Cha?
I hit a brick wall with
A plastic chair
Just say something
Send to sender - - don’t
My spontaneity deliberate
My surprise expected

But you have to tell me
Tell me your anger
And don’t drool on the floor
Another napkin?
Another door
To your endless
Grief
Oh what
A poor soul