Faith

Faith was her name
and faith is what I lost
years ago smelling a fake
still in the cradle.
With a numb nose
and golden slavery
on my shirt
I smiled and asked
So do you have it?
Faith that is,
Not anymore she said.
Lost it on the way
from Sunday school
to Kant and Tao,
lost it in white lines
and alleyways,
in a# arpeggios
and Cezanne,
left it back home with
father the pastor and
mother the suppressed.
So what about you,
she asked,
do you have Faith?
I took a drag and smiled.
I hope to later.