He rants-raves a string of outraged expletives,
or shouted in anguished agony—
a pent up pipe dream penthouse of the prideful
and pissed off.
Some claim he alone instigates
while others lodge complaints
and though the law tries to dissuade and persuade
the police can’t legally do a thing and his audience
is resigned to stay.
But most shy / skirt / slide away
because they don’t know how to (and how do you?)
handle such a raw nerve so exposed—
pin-drop mood swings,
and brokenness as obvious as blood
pouring from a gaping wound that refuses to heal,
into a poison-passioned hysteria of hatred.
And I wonder how best to love him.