Human ants

Ants in a big ant heap

Waiting for their sins to weep

Hoping He’s protecting us

Forgiving our sins, thus

The burning eye who’s above

Saving from hell’s shove

Persecutor and judge
Without cruelty or grudge

But when She’s here

With her sickle and bier 

For Who’s poor, who’s in clover
Hope and fears, all it’s over...

Love

Exploding, like a supernova

Devastating, like a burning fire

Powerful as the sunlight at dawn

Mushy heart and crushed brain

shifty glimpses and quick touches

when it begins, the rest vanish in the fog

It’s a fairy tales of troubles...

Nightmares

Chasing spirits in the deep dark water under my bed

Cursing the void of the intense and vast horizon

Sneezing out my brain upon my red pillow

Locating new point of light in my goldfish bowl

Nowhere, intoxicated and squeezed like in a mixer

By solar radiations and psychotropic undivided cells  

Cannot move, cannot cry, cannot just standing by…

Fishing you thoughts like in a mysterious lake

Perverted soul and unchained monsters

Unknown universes and galaxies under the gray water