House

a house is not a gnome

in the garden nor castle
from plywood and nails.

at best it's shelter from
prying eyes, cold or heat
of the night or blue days.

at worst it's a holy shrine
of flash and shining ego
with designer labels about.

materialism won't feed
you, homeless in the night,

even in an ivory mansion.

move the furniture now

and throw everything out.

windows and doors wide.

do welcome in the outside.

make your own house just,

a place for love and peace.