Rage Tango
forget the softness
of jacaranda trees,
those bursting
lavender blossoms,
the record breaking
heat that can't stay
as long as your
anger. Imagine you
are a skilled tango
dancer eyed across
any dance hall
you slip into. When
does the imagination
have more power
than what's real?
Haven't you wanted
to move like a cloud
scudding across
the sky? Instead
of being stuck with
men who have
have no lead?
Isn't it time you
get out that out of
you? Think Paso,
flamenco. Let
your fury be
your cape, clay
you mold what's
too exquisite
not to transform
what churns inside
