on pitching &throwing

i think it is salubrious to fit &tantrum every once in a while.
there is more to do these days than seems human[e]ly possible,
so we throw our hands up in a flustered surrender
&grope for coloured paper, pencils, pillows...any thing really.
scattering them around, page by page, colour by colour-
until the whole floor is decorated in to a perfectly peacefull mess.

&then we go back to saving the world.