Sharp eyes gleam from yeasty bread

Suspenseful stars trick savage horses

 

Sephardic interlopers run thru the hallways of life;

tears are driving their day

creating my own judgement day again

 

All the world is weeping for the broken dreams

A distant ghost wandering the wilds

closing down behind us

 

Thinking grim thoughts on dark grim nights

Folding the piece of paper the wrong way round

walking across the jungle

until you reach the North Pole.

 

That DNA that helix plays tricks with the

mystery of family history… ‘tis all illusion.

 

A curious child follows

looking at the eyes of strangers

after red tie over stable door