Dubai Days manuscript

Effigy



Nov 17


I'm a burning effigy

Of all the things you said of me.

If you hate someone, set them free.

I cannot beguile you

When you insist I revile you.

No genii sprung from the lamp I rubbed;
Only personal demons

That accreted the nightmares

Of the years lived,

Yet not lived at all.

Not experienced, but suffered.

All our expectations are confounded;

All our dreams scuppered.
In the distance, an igneous flash in the dusky sky -

A guiding star perhaps? A scintilla of hope?

Or a calamity to come?



I hunker in a darkened corner.

My soul suppurates

Every toxic failing.
My mind picks at it like a vulture pecks at a
carcass.

I haunt myself.

I hate myself enough

To set me free.

I shuffle across unswept floors
Past draped windows and barricaded doors.

The light in this room is too dim for me to see the
truth.

There is an eerie silence in the empty hallway.

Too soon to say

Yet

If it's the silence before the storm

Or after it.









































































Empty Delusions



Jan 17


These empty delusions
Strike up the band
And there's a profusion of love unfettered
Which creeps into blind passion and fuels your
confusion.
You are as unaware as the hair
On the back of your hands.
And as jilted lovers stand in doorways
Imitating art,
Life's farce plays itself out unabashed...