Slice where you live like pie
--this piece of heaven,
you and your cream-filled sky.

Cappuccino sweet-talk,
every dream includes a bit of sleep-walk,
the taste of last summer
floats belly-up in your cup.

I heard
death call
before seeing
its face
Far in
the distance
it sent
its embrace

Each sound
an omen
betrothed
deep inside
Announcing
the groom
awaiting
— the bride

(The New Room: May, 2025)

In the land of milk and honey, within the rocks, the water flows. The love of life is dangling, from a chain of forever wars…
Each a part they look away, unconcerned and unafraid.
Unaware the masses move, while their bombs drop on you.
Obscure , the hand we’ve been dealt, turn the device off, toss it on the shelf! Never mind what you heard, this world must be purged.
Purged of them over there,
Lydia, Syria how could
nobody cared?
The Nuremberg trials and **** Germany, we surely do forget.
Yet the identical road is beneath our feet, in each and every step!