The last stone

Written March 11 2011


This is the final stone I cast into the dark, sky waters of faith.

Waves ripple the stars with the yearnings of a destitute soul

And land at the pillar where Satan made his appearance:

in my mind.

Till Oum Kulthoum Sings

Let us live in the eyes of the night

Where the children spring from broken mattresses

Into graveyards and underpasses 

Where they still huddle together to listen to radios

All one thousand and one nights

They have eyes in the carnage of Cairo

The fishbowl

The circus mirror reasoned with me today

It told me, This is you

Swollen eyes, guppy faced

I was placed here, in this bowl of tears

Lapping life in eclipses of filtered oxygen sighs 

To eat clouds of floating flakes of fed emotion 

Belly side up 

The world looks much the same

As the carcass of our mother floats 

Into the giant machine that feeds me
The world is an upside down 

Hideous rotting green


As her bones rain in white snow flaked doom