Thirteen Ways of Looking at Anger

By Stephen Kampa

          1

anger the starting
point the setting

out the site
wherein all one’s

beleaguerments
begin anger

the origo the ur-
legend glossing

a madcap map
illuminated

as finely as if
by ink-tipped pin

anger the set
of unsettling

coordinates
making everything

icicle-clear
anger the arrow

pointing to anger
the text of

anger’s aggrandizing
caption obviously

in red reading
YOU AREN’T HERE

          2

anger like rock candy
hard jagged sweet

as I suck it
stuck by the sharp

prickles the pleasure
I note its unnatural

antithesis to mineral
savors of stones

rolling it around
my mouth

then crunching down
on what could be

of something small
maybe a bird the bones

 

          3

anger the hanger
on which I hang

the trim black suit
I wear only

at home alone
sounding the mirror

with the black
patches punching

through gazing
at myself

evil-lipped
sneer-eyed

rehearsing
the moment

I plan to put it
and the whole

world on
buttoning

the one
button

and stepping
outside

          4

anger the long
swig from a widow’s

jug the held
back head

for a second
slug the bobbing

adam’s apple
of every glug

then the crisp
gasp and thrilling

knowledge
the bottle

with every
swallow

is miraculously
refilling

 

          5

anger the whetstone
anger the knife

anger the sound
of the one

sliding

against the other
the repetitious rasp

clink gritty scrape
anger the sound

stopping


          6

anger the ten
second
clip

I play
rewind
and play

catching
the studio
laughter

the clip’s
quips
and savage

applause
echoing
for hours

after


          7

the breath
I’m not taking

the bell
I’m not hearing

the beer
I’m still drinking

the bar
I’m clearing

 

          8

anger the itch
I cannot help

but itch the bite
from some

little unthumbed
son-of-a-bitch

I can’t remember biting
me one wonders

what notions have
been planted what

plans have been
laid upraised

fist roar skirmish war
one wonders what

squirming larva
builds itself nightly

and when it will
hatch and whether

one will be the one
at the end

standing saying
no no no

it’s just
a scratch

 

          9

anger the odd
reflection in

the mirror the moment
some glint some all

sufficient flash
blinds me into being

a man who can
only see the thing he saw

the moment
he stopped seeing

 

          10

anger the sympathetic
listener sidled up

beside you
at the bar the host

of paralinguistic
cues and generous

nodding supporting
you in your views

with only the slightest
prodding that you

indeed have been
defamed disenfranchised

subjugated squashed
the one who

pulls back your chair

to help you
out into

the streets that soon
will know you’re there


          11

anger this stutter
splutter stammer

like the tentative
tappity-tap targeting

of a nail by a hammer
in a board too thin

for the hammer’s hit
a necessary board now

irrevocably
split


          12

anger the hit
single stuck
wormlike somewhere
undislodgeable

the mollifying
little melody
I whistle on
my walk to work

the beat I pound
on my steering
wheel while
bellowing at lights

the misheard lyrics
I mouth without
pretending
to understand

anger the riff
repeating in my head
the catchy chorus
and deceptive

cadence leading
into a crescendo
of feeling I’m shouting
skyward at top

volume awaiting
the redeeming
catharsis of one last
go at the hook

although without
the endless-seeming
budget or lush
production it’s just

anger the radio
silence and round
about me dead air
and me me screaming

          13

anger getting all
zen getting in

touch with its center
and the power

calm calligraph
has to offer

watch anger
wrist and hand

tracing concentric
circles like a bird

beak in the water
watch anger

pinpoint the minute
it has finished

the brushwork
of this cool

bull’s-eye
and begins

looking where
to pin it


Stephen Kampa is the author of three collections of poetry: Cracks in the Invisible (2011), Bachelor Pad (2014), and Articulate as Rain (2018). He teaches poetry, literature, and first-year writing at Flagler College.

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