POEM: 'All I Need Is A Rage Room'

All I need is a rage room./ Four white cotton walls to deflect the anger./ A sound proofed locker/ Never judging the cries./ Glass to put my hand through,/ Sugared for complete protection/ But still producing a satisfying smash./ A dummy to punch in the face,/ To kick and snarl at,/ Like an unchained wolverine./ Get in attack position/ And pull it apart./ Breath slows down/ No harm done/ No one dies/ No bad headlines in the morning press.

POEM: 'There's A Part Of Me Missing'

Thrown away like burning trash,/ Tossed aside and forgotten./ No longer special,/ Just another being floating idly through space/ Silent and unneeded/ Not thought of or desired./ I catch my breath and sail away./ Twilight begets darkness/ Anguish replaces the sweet embrace./ I threw a ball into the stars/ Hit perfection and held it in my hands./ But it grew and gained fangs,/ Tearing me apart,/ Tearing up my eyes./ Still floating and dreaming of the past,/ Of the day the seas grow calm/ Then suddenly foam up and spit out love again./ An endless salty refrain.

POEM: 'In A Cheap Suit'

Your deathly witch voice turns me on,/ Conversing through the speakers in tongues/ As I crawl from the coffee to the cigarettes./ Smoke haven is a safer place/ Than the grey real world bleached just past the window./ Travel from the Chelsea to the grave/ Pay no toll, saint, pay no toll./ All the muses stare at the empty page/ Nothing to smudge, left hand is still./ Crawl down to the bar to fall down./ Hank Williams plays softly/ All the answers in three crackled minutes./ Time at the bar/ As my corpse quits, in a cheap suit.