Off Betzalel

I saw an alley
That I never
Saw before
So I stopped
To look into it
And it turned into
Something I couldn’t see
So I looked above
Saw a pane less window
Through which I could see
A simple stairway
I went up it with my eyes
And that was enough

Peace in the Middle East

Every morning
I greet Boogie
The Arab cook in my café
“Good morning Arab
Your sister’s a cunt”
He answers
“Good morning Jew
Your mother’s a whore”
After this I know
Everything is right in the world
I order shakshuka
The handle of the pan
Burns like hell

Off Betzalel

I saw an alley
That I never
Saw before
So I stopped
To look into it
And it turned into
Something I couldn’t see
So I looked above
Saw a pane less window
Through which I could see
A simple stairway
I went up it with my eyes
And that was enough