in unending equivocations
a promise lost in translation
the huddled homeless
expecting death below
a railway station
palimpsests
are open invitations
or less,
I'll drink to that
drunken humans
spent breath on
homonyms
boundaries we've relinquished
the declension of decisions
but what surgeon hadn't determined
more with his first
incision

introducing: the om-cake!

you had probably thought, like me, that all possible breakfast flour-egg combinations had long since been exhausted, but then, you probably hadn't thought to cook a pancake inside an omelette. the name is still not finalized, but om-cake won high merit for its subtle new-age overtones. any suggestions are welcome.