**** my pants,
they're somewhere on the lawn,
wet, muddy and torn--
*but it's my mouth that's on fire
burning frustration spewing forth
exhaling cigarettes filled with chili powder
louder and louder the guttural smoky screams
sting her eyes with salt
choking the beating heart
blackening confusodium slowly strangles once red veins
to her overloaded gray cloudy brain as only violent crashes
of lightening briefly flash the way out
as my booming thunder voice shouts a hurricane
rattling her exhausted body
as i beg with prayers for it to stop!