Art Practice - 2024, 30

Want

Bubbles choke indignancy,
against my the walls of my throat.
Burning red foam from the sea
spills on the dead asphalt road.

Swallow the desperate cry,
hope to deaden it
so that it won't ever try
to break out a bit -

To show how it would break a lot,
honestly, everything,
to tear down the things built with rot
and start over again.