jiro

A dog may bark beneath the stars,Yet feel the foam within, not far.No telescope, no rocket flight,Just quiet thoughts th...

The longest night is not the end—It’s where the light begins again.A toast in hand, the morning near,The warmth returns,...

No rum, no gin, no whiskey pour,Just cola fizz and something more.A twist of lime, a hint of play,The bubbles lift my st...

I sat. I breathed. I did not chase—No fear, no fame, no map to trace.A bubble rose, then softly popped,And all the rushi...

One lunch is small, yet rich with light,A tray of foam in colors bright.The lion rests, no longer loud,Yet lifts his cho...

The library whispered ancient dreams,Below, the tombs held silent screams.Rome’s old stones still heard the play,Where s...

A simmered joy in gentle steam,Sweet soy and sake, like a dream.Each slice of wagyu, dipped with care,In golden egg, bey...

I almost left, but stayed instead,The door was open—so was my head.I told myself I didn’t care,But something warm still ...

They scoff, “It’s cheap,” but I still grin,For foam begins where joys begin.No coin I spent, yet earned this prize—A nat...

They called it slop, a throwaway line,But still I barked, and said, “It’s mine.”No polish gold, no viral spell—Just bubb...