Three

Poetry, a jazz riff,

transforms emotions,

evokes vision,

if you have an elastic, 

fantastic mind,

I want to run away from my cell phone.

It promises freedom, but is just another

link in the shackles.

It’s like a chained dog,

sleeping, that I have to pass

to get somewhere.

Supplication

May the universe torture me

in a certain way that needs a poem

to express what we all know.