Short Slitted Poems

Behind closed doors
and red exits
we must all come
with our teeth gritted
our eyes slitted

Before yellow bushes
and maple desks
we have all been
to face the tormentor
to see the enchanter

Sacred hope
you who lies buried
beyond the oleander tree
arise and guide us
to the final path

Amen...

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I breathe the wind of trees
The blade of grass swaying back and forth
The chlorophyll in the tiny cell

I swim the depths of seas
Collect oxygen through my slitted gills
The pennies in my wishing well

I walk along the streets
Under guise of endless hair, all shapes and colors
And guard the void within my shell

I live a life of no alarm
I won’t pretend I do no harm
The bond I share with those I seek
Extends beyond my farthest reach...

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