Excerpt from Dreams

Give me a bull horn
and I’ll shout the truth
and gorge the matador.
That devil’s held the cape over our eyes for too long
so all we see is red.

We are shells of what once was could be.

Vicious cycles are pouring over me.
Lies we believe are roaring over me,
drowning out my speech
like sorcerers who know the universe was built with words
and if you control words
you can make the universe whatever you wish it to be.
So they cast spells to make us misbelieve.

But they’re not fooling me.

excerpt from Dreams, a new poem