Stuck 


We lived like stuck ants in a wine glass
In the red wine remnants
That was sifted impure
We lived like the homeless man,
Whose skin and jacket
Has become one with the epidermis
Who can believe our past truths, or fears?
We must be symphonia, forever
To a deaf vain psyche

Through Faith 

In the frame of heaven,
I became dust
Interceding with the sunlight of a narrow hallway
Dividing into millions of tiny poisons
A quotient of one malevolence
Why the hiding?
As the piling of sales papers and bills accumulate
Teases to aneurysms
Can I be more like Paul in Malta,
Impervious through faith ?

As Dolls  They opened the door to hatred hundreds of years ago Every time we get that door to budge Racist, sexist, bigotry, homophobic, narcissistic dictators Put more magnets to our metal minds To fail us til we become only tunnels…