by Laurie Kolp
Creeping in from nowhere without warning or care
and robbing me of all rational or sane thoughts,
I am riddled by this urgent compulsion
to lash out and strike like an angry snake.
Incoherence buried in piles of rubble
creates distemper and unease;
I am paralyzed by constant fear
that if I tell you what I think,
my words will merely reverberate
like an errant driver in a
motionless traffic jam.