POEM: ‘All I Need Is A Rage Room’

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.

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POEM: ‘There’s A Part Of Me Missing’

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’

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.