Dinner And A Show

tiptoe around the dinner table turning

dancing clenched with seething teeth

some suspicious leap remains unspoken

cut a rug and swept beneath

Temper

within the magma chamber

the jagged iron geode beating

those vapors meant to remain encrusted

crushed by Hephaestian hammer

instead vent from fulminous Vulcan mouth

and the acrimonious air turns ashen

all who shelter there

Cage Without Bars

endorphin gorged this morning

pouring over pages 

sorting word porridge

clawing away through my artistic middle ages

and what’s strange is

to overcome fear i find anger is a boost 

but if i’m only brave as my rage is

in that chaos contained 

confusing freedom with rights

is what a contemporary cage is

Anxiety

Every day I want you gone more.

Detritus clouding the very air I choke upon.

Leaving me shaking without respite

    from my evening release to Monday morning.

You tyrannical despot, I can’t 

    keep carrying your empty weight

    without breaking down in decay.

I’m meant to be free these days 

    not harangued in your hazy admonishments.

How do you cling so when I fight

    from just after waking ‘til long in the night?

Go! I beg for reprieve.

I’ll open a window.

    Will you fucking leave, please?

No. I’m saturated to bone with you.

Longing for distraction, reaching for my phone,

    drawing, painting, writing this poem.

There. For a moment, 

    we’re square.