An invitation came today
from the Devil’s hand
Two short words addressed my fate
damnation his command
“Arrive at midnight, don’t be late”
inside he wrote in blood
“Wear something light, the fire waits”
—perdition’s victimhood
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Greener Grass
You often find in strangers
what’s missing in yourself
The plus and minus forces
their magnet strongly felt
It’s easiest to outline
and trace the empty space
Of what’s filled in by others
—that you cannot embrace
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)