THOUGHTS

On life I look with open eyes
That close when I die at night.
But will open again
When
I tear away the
Black shroud
And the perpetual darkness
Lit with love by figures
Holding haloed candlesticks.

We live to die,
We die to keep living.
Amen

PUBLICANS

Huge windows cover
Dirty
Shops where old
Misers
Mount silver coin on
Silver
Coin in the candlelit
Hovel
Where only spiny
Cobwebs
Can see them and
Shine
Their fleecy threads
Making
Light for the
Misers

FOOLS STEP IN

Water dropping from a broken drain-pipe
Gradually makes a puddle on the path
Where drunks step into it and get their
Shoes wet without knowing it.

One of them falls on his face and is
Lifted up by red-faced men that
Encourage him by using meandering
Coaxings and breath-covered threats.

But then he falls again and vomits,
They leave him be this time,
Enough charity for today,
Like boyscouts doing their good deed.