Inner Hamsa

You can’t blame your folks anymore

Erase all your files        release pressure

                     وما اجمل النظر الى العالم من بعدها

Eyes glazed      pupils blank      very present

                   والأيادي مغرومة ومغرورة ومرغوبة

 ومرتفعتا مثل النسر المغامر

Gliding through buttery clouds

                    Over a sooty and golden horizon

F.O.M.

Fumes of migration

A diversion

Away they take me

Stretching to a past

Never forgotten they make me

Define me

Stories with familiar faces

Road trips to unusual places

Lines mapped in my eyes

Entries to my aching insides

Routes to a heart

Disenchanted

Labyrinths to a mind

Introspected

& what truly remains

Are fading impressions

Made in pure stardust

Receding beyond

The illusory mask

Of her material sanctuary…

Death by Poetry (Part II)

طاردتك اليوم
لأربع ساعات
My chest wanders helplessly
محاولا ان يشهق من الهواء كل عطرك
As it remains silent and ironic
لا طالما أردت ان أسالك
For whom the bell tolls?

A Writing Corpse

Crickets annoy her a lot,

Or just as much as the other person.

Her mind a ruffle, an ostrich’s back

When its head is buried in the cold sand.

Can you tell me a story?

Adam and Eve were smoking

With the birds and the snakes

When nudity was not embarrassing or perverted.

Isomorphic tentacles come back around

So pay attention you must act

Before you can say I’m sorry.

Organic horrible smells green

A stream of paradise is never upside down

But still lifts the maple glaze from the color of her eyes.

It is no surprise we head for demise

When the solar winds etch your skin to wrinkles

When the canal of your youth is halfway there.

You continue swimming

Butterfly or backstrokes breaststrokes

You won’t have a stroke

Don’t you worry, keep on swimming

Into water you shall return

Drip drop drippity drop

Until your knees fail to carry you through

Rather bleak won’t you say?

What you want is what I want too

An integral space

For dreams & random dots

For drifting in love

When no one is watching.

As deep as my breath

Her eyelashes stretch in electric cables dispatch

Possessive currents of temptation

Singing lusty lyrics

To his breathing skeleton.

8.8.2019

Abi

It is not the love of the father

That beckons me

It is the defeat of his soul

As it soars over cloud #9

It is unreachable when it has cut

All its ties with the bloodline

Except

With those that feed him charity

To survive

Narcissistic you tell me since I was young

& in every hour of need

He is not to be found

For it hides in the crevices of the bleeding heart

Only to come out

When it needs pennies for its selfish throbbing

Imagine that you are fatherless

Throw away your paternal burdens

For you do not look anything like him

Even though you have his nose and acrobatic charisma

12.1.19

Two icedcaps to go

Motion sickness to gravity

when a heart in the clouds

feeds on sweet breath

between sharing lower lips

and tender flesh

Words have to rest a while

as moist curiosity

takes a chance to twirl 

in seconds divine