The Urge
It comes on
like the scratchy throat
and low grade fever
signaling a cold.
Soon, so intense
it’s scary, it draws us
to the palpable darkness
of dank movie houses
we carve our way through
to grimy seats
as our shoes
make sucking sounds,
tugged from a concrete floor
sticky with spilled Coke
and God knows what else,
an else we don't even find
repulsive so desperate
is our need for relief
from the angel
plumed with love and violence.
