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. Predators and Monsters Do you believe in monsters? They speed past me every day Then creep slowly by the staircases, or a window This essay to be an urban folk legend A paradigm of masking behaviors Pockets with fading hands Can we get away? A freedom that makes predators out of choirboys. TB Jailbirds In white lines, broken coughs It fills my chest with an extinct disease in the distance I can hear harmonicas From a desert In a 1950's jail Only the demons listen in To the blues that die Like the TB Jailbirds. 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? Willowy Barn That Winter weather smiles like A goldfish in a swill water tank Snow cresting inside the chambers of an 1800's willowy barn Breaking steadily into cracks I bathe inside the warmth of ash And I remember you, When you were royalty in a laugh And in a cry, we were united..then This willowy barn will eventually Fly away or burn to the ground We have to be able to comfort each other then Can we? 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 only become tunnels Dark as night As dolls we can only blink. Value Menu He left home faster than a manslaughter A family, Like the taxi drivers in the morning with an unknown name A drunken father yells Can no longer behest him, To rolling cigarettes, Neglecting your own appetite Always eating from the value menu He sold you to the power of his slurs He reminds you he wished you were never born As wheelchairs push against the broken tiles of a linoleum floor Another broken bottle Move away to the comfort of being a lunatic And a farewell to the crowding hatred. Jersey Cowboy Drunkard In an immortal memory You, a growing lily Intercepted by the pushers Whose medicines scream magic Soon, they were the entrapment And soon you were a wife Married to an impulsive amphetamine With devils dancing in whispering lullabies Your Jersey cowboy drunkard Un Viaje Sin Una Casa Yesterday's Sky Removed me from the healing of saints Drowned a colony of us, like ants Infernal flames Remove me I can't feel the power You keep painting over my smile My laughter lost in the fabric of miles You are the manic artist With an evil eye Paint me back to yesterday's sky Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog. Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today! Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Bare Bones Writings Issue 1 is out on Paperback and Kindle Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now!