The Pressure Cooker shows what happens when our anger builds up and we don't have a valve.

Tripping on the same wire

falling in the same hole

fying off the handle

‘til the pressure cooker explodes

What is this predilection?

why do I go for the throat?

where did I get this hair-trigger

when anyone gets my goat?

I come from a long line of killers

always good with a stone

hiding signs of the trauma

that happened light years ago

Ma chased me with a broomstick

Dad ran off before I was born

slapped by the first lieutenant

soldiers tangled and torn

I jump when something crashes

scream when you sneak behind

drop when I hear the gunfire

when it’s only the Fourth of July

How can I escape this cyclone?

how can I leave this jail?

only way out of this tunnel

is to crawl out like a snail

The first thing that I see

as I climb out of this hole

is sunlight on the ocean

and spiraling waves of gold