A Modern Arabian Night

By the Breeze of the Gulf,

On a Corniche pave..

Hemmed in by towers,

Of Iron and Steel,

That touch the sky,

But have no Veil;

No Carved gold Chalice for Wine,

No desert-apostle Camel,

No..Arabia has left

No stone for Flamel..

I steal a last glance,and behold a

Stone Mosque,Illumined like Aladdin's Haven,

And She signals to me,that behind the Sheen,

She is an Arabian Night still...

Bastard Fancies

A little dose of Neonatal Hysteria,
Filled my Rabid Nose,
I was born a tenscore year back,
But Now from the Depths I rose..

He'd fill my mirror,my furtive shadow,
She'd shake her pretty little head,
They wanted me,coveted me,
My stomach felt like lead..

Each morning,from the Hall of mirrors,
I'd tear myself away,
I'd lose them in the rearview piece,
They'd catch up at the parting of the ways..

And now I know I'd a battle lost,
Before the battle was won,
I'd Stuck my head into the sand,
Now I emerge to kiss the sun..

Night-ride on a Moribund Subway

Bits of betel,

Bloodstains on Metal..

Shredded Glory of the past ahead..

The foothold sags,

The vestibule flags..

With rips from no knives thin..

She shudders to a halt,

Like an orgasm at fault,

With likewise screech and moan..

The orange-red bulb flickers,

Lights a crescent halo,

Drives me to Paranoid park..

The shady bowers of the City's

Underbelly,tunneled,lit up for show..

With sumptuous feed

Of those In need..

Chinks in her armour,rusted and brown,

And a whiff of colonial hangover..

She puts off the light,

And sleeps for the night..

To groan next morning again..

Echo..

A distant sky..faint sunbeam..

roaring winds of thunder-spleen..

we heard a little bit of me in you

and you in me,that makes two..

(Echo..echo..echo..

A whisper in my soul..

Echo..echo..echo..

A silent windfall,young now old..)

Breakfast at wonder-lane,

Gale-profound on the Spanish main..

I've seen your storms,and I've walked on

thought..

I've mixed some rum with a spot of port..

(Echo..echo..echo..

A whisper in my soul..

Echo..echo..echo..

A silent windfall,young now old..)

There've been times I've left to give it up

And never seen the light above..

halo,wings and sceptre gold..

With ether light,in my body old..

but now it's time to simmer down..

now it's time to wipe that frown..

Cause the sound that comes gushing back..

Is my own whirlpool,river black..

Echo..echo..echo..

You've taught me who I've been..

Echo..echo..echo..

Strength is had,from deep within..

Married to a Vagabond Dream

Parallel roads on a windblown

Mountain..

Campfire,smokes and whispers

Unfounded..

Ricebowl trophy,Trailer park,

Panorama lady,

Kisses my eye and

Pulls a kaleidoscope smile..

I saw a shadow looming In my dreams,

And chocolat In my blood,

I picked up a dozen rucksacks strong,

And set off In a diamond truck..

She pulls me away on a piper's

Hymn,On a solemn autumn morn,

Minstrel she,with a wildflower gown,

With roving eyes and wanderlust..

(and I say)

Sing me a Gypsy song,

And I'll play you the tambourine;

I've lost my phone,laptop's gone blank..

And I'm married to a vagabond dream

Ivory Poison

A tinge of bittersweet

Temptation binds my soul

With gossamer strands

And Magnetic Silver..

I sip from the petals of

The Cloistered buds,their

gentle dewy nectar...

Gentle? Sugary? Nada,

Nil,

It smacks of Hemlock,

It Immolates,

It Holds forth and does it's will,

And leaves the self ravished..

I Know not where to go with it,

This ill-nurtured child, This half-stark

Lunacy,

Yet I know all along what I want to do

With it,to surrender,weak-kneed,and

Yield to the all-encompassing,

With orgasmic exaltation and

Debauched dissipation..

Ay,I admire the Light-Bearer,
For he yields to the ticklish

Flames of narcissism..

He Knows he has a choice,

And chooses to Transgress..

Evil? Bravado,more or less..

There I teeter.

On the edge of the chalice

Of gold,Fool's Gold,

I'll taste the Ivory poison

Within,

Denigrate me,O Holier-than-thou,

But never shall you know..

My ampitheatre

I've lain against the concrete,

And felt Savannah grass..

I've felt the moist brown dew

Where none but dry dust blew..

I've seen the studs of diamond-lore,

And Ink on a white screen frame..

You'd never know what sex you ooze..

In yon half-closed silent stare..

I grab my mike,

(My pencilbox,so there)

And squint at the dark

Bright lamps..

My audience is naught but

Grey jungles and brown trees,

Bearing the brunt of mankind's

Lost romance,conquest incomplete..

The whisps of cottonwool,they

Call Cirrus(yeah,Minor),

Form rings around me,with

Crests for backrests,and troughs for the weight..

And there comes my smokescreen blue,

Of itself wondrous thin..

I smell the thin sweet odour of blank expectancy,

While my noble crowds,they wait..

And once again I'm lost in the Haze,

With melodies unchained..

My ampitheatre comes to life,

I've taken centre-stage..

A morning of nights

woken up to the sound of horns,

The taste of sweaty damp air,

With the poison of the dreamy

Down of sleep within me..

I taste the hostility in the air,

And poke out one eye,

I look around with filmy eyes,

the filthy morning sunshine.

It deludes me,this sunshine

Of moonshine,

It works dust into my eyes,

it shrouds it's clouds in

folds of blue light,

And it shocks and deceives

the dull dark glow of

The shining night's prelude.

Give me night for I can hide,

Give me sleep for I must not wake,

Give me rest for I'm far too worn,

Take me away before morn comes again..

Davy Jones' Locker

He went down to his

Watery grave,

Of sea-weed,and

Octopussy..

He fell down on the

Rocky wave,

With Flounder

And Ariel,Laughing at him..

He'd been prodded,

And poked,and Piqued,

And Ruined,

But he'd grinned,and he'd borne it..

The salty Green sea,It

Roared with Life and it plopped with death,

And He dropped to the enigma,

His end and his place,

He'd died in action,He'd given it all Up,

He was to be trapped,

For evermore,

In Davy Jones' Locker...

Dots On My Astronomy Chart

To a dedicated astronomer,His Planets,Suns And stars are his family. He lives In them,Ice-skates

On their Rings,Dines with their hitherto unknown inhabitants. He charts their course,and he Pins

Them down lovingly,pointing to where they stand proud,and look upon him,as he fancies,as part of

their family. I looked at the balls of fire last night,shaking with laughter and winking,enigmatic,yet

So familiar. They soon dissolved,in their stead,there came to my soothed senses,the faces of those

I See awake in my slumber. They laugh with me,they laugh at me;They cry with me,but not at me;they bring me memories of the days of pants which would now serve as mere underwear. One reminds me of the pangs and turns of my heart,the humanness of my body,the being of myself,

And I kiss It In gratefulness,to know I still feel,to know My soul smolders within me...

...The scene shifts back to the inky ocean above me,with distant lighthouses twinkling. I looked at my image reflected against the orbs,and It looked back,winking benignly now,even knowingly. In it's eyes I read myself,and the fireballs around it smiled-They had plotted for me my astronomy chart-My path around those I orbit..