Raging Trance

            I keep slipping. Something like standing without legs. Bowed and bowing. Into that deep pit of frustration. Like tar, it keeps me stuck and stuck. It makes me red. Feel the cramping muscles wishing they were stronger. 

            Just burst! Burst through! Holy shit! 
            
            A hell with no even-keeled evil kneels and by evening killed.
            
            All I’m doing is waiting in line. The line won’t move. How much longer could it take? 
            
            itlookslikethisallcrampedwithnoroomtoevenbreathisthatallowed?Howdidievengethere?
            
            The mails. The dates. The paperwork demands and repercussions. 
            
            The universe is expanding at an exponential rate yet here I am simply frozen like it doesn’t matter. Infinite and vast vs the complacent and impatient. Shifting stars and mass so grand it collapses and shudders. I feel none of it but the mild weather.
            
            God, what a headache. Who invented this? Who cares? Is all I have distractions? Am I the only one here who feels something is wrong? Who made this mess? Why are we all ok with it? Just standing in line.
            
            I look around with my secret glare. They won’t notice past my monotone visage.  I see a man smiling like an idiot over the mess his dog has made. The poor thing couldn’t hold it anymore. Yellow pool at the feet a few feet away from my feet. Smile to hide the mess and laugh off the duress. I smile too at the fool. He doesn’t know how much I hate him. How much suffering he should feel for merely being here in my way at this time. It’s childish but what can you do when that naive anger drives you?
            
            A name. The dog like a Darcy. I think so. Big ears with floof that fluff down and around its head. Purple collar. Yellow molars. Darcy. You remember? No? Yeah maybe not.
            
            Don’t some things just infuriate you? Like you wish you could just take it in your hands and wring it. Watch it writhe and regret the time it took from you. The satisfaction of finally making things move in the right direction you want so bad. To look and to obliterate. That’s the kind of power I crave at this moment. Bring the oblivion!
             Grind it to dust! Make it smear the concrete and leave scatters of bloodstains. Cut up cartilage. Chew down canines. Cremate that bastard. 
            
            That’s revenge. That’s the fury in you. Once it’s over, it’ll feel great. I promise - just listen. Give into it. For once, once more, again, again this time like before for the first time again, please.
            
            Hubba shwing goo feck tur lim reeder toom plash yng!
            
            ASTERADU ERADUT LOGIRDA REFUUISE!
            
            But no.
            
            That would make things worse. It always does. You don’t win this game that way. 
            
            You don’t win at all. You just wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.
             And wait.
            
            Because that’s all you can do to just get it over with.
             The mails. The dates. The paperwork demands and repercussions.
            
            Leave it be, forgotten. Unworthy of your time again.