This is a dark man, spark man
Angry like storms can.
Flicker his eyes size you up and look for a crack in you.
Irritable, nitty gritty, treading on eggshells –
Crack and get slapped, smack!
Open your mouth and he’s in
Making whirlpool your words
Wounding sharp, sharp –
Do not try to protest:
Argue is his apple pie.
Back home like a phone just before it
Rings, that noise in the air just before it
Rings, the sound rattles your drums
Your skin hums:
This is like the calm before what comes
Hush now, tippy-toe –
Can’t help but touch the switch,
Though I should know.