“can’t waste a day when the night brings a hearse.” – rage against the machine
you know, i have been realizing as the days pile on that I like
not the band– well, yes, the band –but also
i’ve always thought that anger was veryproductive.like a fireit gets rid of somethingdestroys itmakes it into smoke,but gas is a state ofmatterafter all.
smoke:i wish i was that lighti wish i was that: light.i ain’t all the time most the timebut i am realizingthat anger is
mama mama i’m angry!and a child breaks into weeping.
baby i’m angry! – and one seeshow elastic love is: how far it canstretch.
god i’m angry!and you walk away from the altar– but you’ll be back.
mr. president i am angry!and the people take the damn streetstake the streets take the streetsdon’t you see? this is light.this is anger.anger.
so we rollin’ down rodeoand they say anger management.i saymanage your anger – don’tcuckoo’s-nest-clockwork-institute-happy-little-pill – manageto make it something:
to speak angrily but truthfullyto live vehementlyto choose carefullyto love largely
so we can manage.
i have been realizingas the days pile onthat i like anger
that it is the pyre upon whichall the hate of the world will burn.
so manage your angerbuild yourself a fireengulf this damn city – engulf the damncontinent – let it burn make it burnun incendio gigante.
i like angerso at night i am on my bicycle – blastingrage and lighting matches –rolling down rodeoto a quiet and peacefuldeath.