"Fire Waits" (+1)

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)