Road Poem # 3 : The Eye of the Storm...

And so while some raved
half mad tearing and biting
at their own brains
to find out some answers to the questions
they'd scrawled lewdly on their own walls

others would flip through
bright coloured magazines
in hair and beauty salons
mesmerized by the
turnip-urined gossip
of anorexic cunts
and plastic dripping models

And yet by some strange quirk of
our magic universe they both could
find a perfect calm
from the storm outside...