THE ANGRY WORLD: An Event in Boiler City

I walked into the furnace,

no one holding my clammy hand

Solitary,

a rat turd in a fancy sink

At the front of the room, a box filled with rotting meat

My enemy, my put upon protector, my mother

Witches and warlocks sit in chairs on the perimeter

A black mass instead of happy hour

Slurred incantations crawled from their mouths

to extinguish the sun

the unholy son

I escaped the sarcophagus

my brain buzzing with static

An evil magician on the street sells me courage in a bottle

Holy water poison irritates my throat

My car won’t start, keys join my life

down the drain

An empty, rattling bus becomes my municipal purgatory