New project (consolation)

Write as many angry poems as you are able entitled "Big Red Rectangles." Send me yours to post or send me a link to link to them.

Here's an example:

Big Red Rectangles

Ninety degrees. Four
of them. The corner
dents down into the fontanelle.

Wyoming is shrapnel pushed together and tamped.
Everything in Cheyenne looks like a pawnshop.
The day was ninety degrees, a perfect right angle,

which is redundant. Do you want to know what
continental drift sounds like? Close your
eyes and grind your incisors.

Rend meat as much as you
want. The periodic table is my control panel.