OK, so it's not Trans, or Smoky Corners, but here's something I wrote a few years ago. Enjoy.

"Requiem For the Deranged Poet"

(c) 2006

With neither rhyme nor reason
I cater to the call
And thrust my mighty ink-stained pen
Upon the parchment wall.

I dabble in the darkness vexed
And whittle words once wise
And quote the thoughts that I've annexed
Amid my mind's demise.

I can't remember things forgot
When I was but a lad
When jumbled thoughts ran cold and hot
Zounds! I've gone quite mad!!