by Mohammad Yamin |
Categories:
love,
I was haunted all night by your memory
The moon sang its melody all night
At times glowing, at times dimming
The candle of grief flickered all night
A perfume kept changing its garments
A picture kept singing all night
The breeze stealing the scent of roses
Told many enchanting stories of our love
A hope bestowed solace to my heart
A craving agonised me all night
Travelling through the memory lane
I lived and died all night.
Mohammad Yamin Iraqi, Sintra, Portugal 1/10/ 2018
by William Burroughs |
Categories:
work,
Iraqi Defense tends to be hotter than most
The heat a charater study in personal relationships
Sweat is the great equalizer
I put Ahmed in the picture for a portrait
For his mother
I ask, Ahmed, when were you at your most violent?
As he thinks, I snap photos, winder humming patiently
Catching his face in pensive reorganization
Were you justified? Shutter slamming in response
To facial compliance
Black and white rendering, he loves the pics
I pick the one his mother would love.
She loves them all
Remembers when Russians used to come by her stall
At the bazzar
Now it's empty
Shes at home, waiting for crazies..