Anger is my first wife
And I've even slept with her sisters too
Called Rage and Fury
The medicine of which was an unsatisfying affair
Now a sea of regrets
From a conceived obscenity a basted of my own blunders
Out of inhibitions
Augmenting the lesions on my chlorine cerebellum
Hatreds three-way tumor
Converge the impotency of passions in raw static fervor
Hangs Remorse's anniversary
As I taste the black milk from temptations cracked breast
My tortured enchantress
Sings me the gallows of my impatiens inequities hubris
With eyes of Verdigris
I recklessly wonder from the frying pan to fire
Sucking the ghost navel
That intoxicates me with lust of angers stygian bile
That I call my wife
My love of love's
and foe of sense
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anger is a negative emotion. All of us have to court her onetime or the other, but don't go to sleep with her. If so she will invite her sisters..... Rage and Fury........too! Beautifully put in powerful metaphors!