there are sparks inside
my chest, my god;

today, I passed two mugs
atop the pavement,
and I wished so badly
for isolation
so that I could break them;

from time to time, I feel explosions
of emotion, and I want to fling
my rage against the wall - purple
hate specks on white paint;

but I can't afford true destruction,
so I tense, and flinch, and decide
it's best to spill my pain electronically
in vast, ambiguous space