The Angry Willow

The Angry Willow

A Poem by felioness
"

frustration and heartbreak

"

i'm going leave the stink of the city
climb into my aging Ford Explorer and drive out to the angry willow
and while i drive i'll count road kill while smoking Export A cigarettes
watching the white line whiz past and 
bellow my heart out to songs on the radio
until my f*****g throat is raw
and i won't stop until i get there...

on the way i'll drink Pilsner beer out of a coffee mug 
and swear at a*****e drivers and strung out truckers 
while bellowing out my songs until the sun drops into the horizon 
like a big red ball of burning gasoline
and i'll drive as close as my truck can get 
to that secret spot and when I stop
i'll take a piss then stagger the rest of the way
through shallow streams and bush, tripping over rocks
and swatting at mosquitoes 
until i am beneath the tangled and ancient branches
of the angry willow

where it's always cool and country quiet 
and darker than Hades this time of night
And i'll listen to the crickets chirp and the wood doves coo
while relaxing amid the incessant mating calls
of leopard frogs and rest my drunken body
beneath the bent and crooked arms of the angry willow
thinking about the b***h who broke my heart
and while the distant coyotes yip and howl 
i'll be drinking Pilsner beer out of my coffee mug
and staring at the pock-faced moon hanging
like a disinterested eye in a cloud swept sky 
high above the twisted boughs of the angry willow

and i'll count falling stars until i pass out
then wake slowly to the buzz of fat blue-bottle flies
dive bombing my face while my hang-over thrums...
and the mosquitoes swarm 
beneath the gnarled and twisted limbs of the angry willow

where my soul
hollowed and aching
becomes one with the damp earth
and rotting vegetation
and before i think too long or too hard 
about the hopelessness of my situation

i'll count my change 
and check my watch to see if the liquor stores are open 
and while i wait i'll listen to belligerent crows
squawking overhead not giving a s**t if i'm living or dead

© 2012 felioness


Author's Note

felioness
Photo credit: Michael Clark

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It's interesting, and some of the repetition is really good. The coarseness of it is great, but there are a few times where some word choices seemed too 'fancy' for the coarseness of the overall piece. Also, because I'm a fiend for mechanics, I'll say that the verbs are not all in the same tense - fix it!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very raw. I can just feel the evident pain. Very well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


felioness

9 Years Ago

Thanks for the read and POSITIVE COMMENT!
I love the raw honesty and bitterness of this piece. The fact that there are no commas and that the i's aren't capitalized gives it an angry, muttering, drunken rambling quality. Excellent work :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


felioness

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much for the read and review!
I really loved how brutally honest this whole thing was, a true inner monologue, no censorship at all. We all have those times when we need to escape to that special place where we can yell and scream and cry and curse people's insensitive ways, and you captured this kind of moment perfectly.

Posted 10 Years Ago


felioness

10 Years Ago

Thank you! You totally got it! Thanks for the read.
The candid sarcasm gives this poem a unique perspective at life's nuisances as they relate to the written point of view you've displayed so well here. Nice work. An enjoyable read. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


felioness

10 Years Ago

Thank you! I am glad you took the time to read it and leave a comment!
this is written from a man's point of view, yeah? Maybe that's a really stupid f*****g question.

This is great. I could see everything. It's so full of life, and I don't mean, like, bouncy or something. I mean full of f*****g trees and flies and crows and vegetation and crickets and leopard frogs. It's a poem seething with life, that terminates in the narrator giving voice to the crows. it's big rural circle of life s**t.

a really impressive thing here. thanks for the read. I like it a lot.

Posted 10 Years Ago


The Twin Arenas

10 Years Ago

oh, the reason I asked if it was written from a man's point of view is because it's hard, for me any.. read more
felioness

10 Years Ago

Yes I did do it from a man's perspective and no, there is no such thing as a stupid question! Well, .. read more
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Posted 10 Years Ago


felioness

10 Years Ago

Wow!Thank You!!!
Well done.
At first I flinched because of the lowercase i's, but it is clearly intentional and adds to the raw feeling of wandering/searching/swamp/living-death.

Willow's certainly are angry :)

Keep writing!

Posted 10 Years Ago


There are days (boy, there are days) when I wanna do something very close to this. Just take off and leave it behind, cuss and drink and b***h and moan out on the road. I don't have an angry willow with outstretched limbs to wallow in, though. Makes me wanna go exploring. Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago


felioness

11 Years Ago

Thank you Angi for the read and comment!
this is a wonderfully written piece that could easily be turned into a novella. excellent write!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


felioness

11 Years Ago

Wow! Everlasting thank yous!
Walter

11 Years Ago

you are so very welcome, it was a pleasure to read

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Added on August 26, 2012
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Saskatchewan, Canada



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