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I want to break the sand castle I made;
I wish to bring the bird-nest down from tree;
I want to burn even the Everglade;
I wish to divorce now and become free.
I want to crush the piece I painted long;
I wish to break my sculptures of life-time;
I want to burn my first pretty love-song;
I wish to roll in greasy mud and slime.
I want to tear the book I loved to read;
I wish to hit my car against the wall;
I want to live in vices and misdeed;
I wish to undo my achievements all.
All this I feel because I’m frustrated,
When I would want to do things I hated.
8-19-2002
Dr John Celes
Read poems about / on: car, tree, song, time, sonnet, hate
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