Two new poems - The Fight and The Chamber

The Chamber.

Turn out the light

Turn on the tap

Not water but steam

Flows into your night

Flows into your mind

Flows into your dream

And fills you with fright

You start to unwind

Unravel and sink to the ground

The light starts to brighten

Grows whiter and warmer

Taking you home away from the trauma.

The Fight.

In a fair fight it’s one on one,

You have a fair chance of winning.

In a fair fight when it’s over it’s done.

But when the audience gets into the ring

To help your opponent and do his bidding

Because he’s fooled them with his goading.

Knowing he is lying,

Knowing he is shying

Away from the truth

Away from the proof

Of anything truthful….believable

Of anything meaningful….credible.

Just standing there exalting,

His people accepting

And willingly participating

In nothing more

Than your deleting.

That’s not a fair fight,

It’s not even a fight.