Den of the Djinn
Unborn voyeur! You are a chariot
driven by a luminous inferno of galloping mares!
Dancing like the crackling flames of a
bonfire blaring with new beginnings..... & This
waltz of empathy dances in delusions,
Courting an affair strung out on a short leash, As she proposes idly to these
pornographic toasts, But what hideous
figures harrow in these kingdoms oh imaginary acrobat?! As midnights of
morphine mellow into murderous morns! So square me off to shake this itch!
& Tired of the taverns... I recede, Slumping into fictitious fantasies, As
they lie leisurely in these glass coffins... Pandering! Sinking slowly within
the cushioning poppy fields of the Sultan..... & What would this echoing evermore
say of our yesterdays, As they casually saunter past park benches in a dream. Oh,
lyrical liar how your words smolder in this ancient pyre! Scribbled in similes
& resonating with rhymes, As tarantulas trickle through tense fingers
fidgeting across the dusty keys of this typewriter, & In a chair to my left
on a green porch perches the curious calico cat, Who'd lost a life outta nine,
Falling a flight from a shrieking balcony!& Decaying in this arabesque den
was the troop of three chalices, Who cooked it up in the afternoons as the
evenings dreams were a black diamond... A fleeting star, Ever so far! Focused
on the clockwork of fossils, Smoke stained as the diaries scorched at the foot
of this solar mausoleum, & She'll wine & dine on the blood of her
young! As these inquires incubate, Hanging from the hinges of this cellar door,
That sanctum obscured....So what shadows linger in the hallways of tomorrow? As
premonitions pulse through a deck of possibilities, & Slick as the trick of
a djinn, Was that grin...Oh that gritty toothed grin even gamblers can't pin!
& The denizens of this spectral acropolis dwell in the drift like childhood
memories spent in palaces afar, As starless summers starve! & It's where I
wander that worlds seem to cross, That desert plane cascading with distant muses
& beautiful mirages, But where lies the oasis amidst this foreign land?! Oh
poet of silence! You druid of dreams! You sultan of sciences! How we beckon at
nameless gates for your unconscious return, Amidst the kinship of a dear company
of strangers.That heir to a lineage haunted by an ancestral hunger, Fated to
none but a fleeting expression of mortality, Who's imminent sentences were a
vast library to centuries lost...That subterranean chamber that loathes the
light of memory, Whom in the phosphorescent hue of daybreak fairies me into a
flight of fables, As I scour about in a delirious thirst for this subhuman
serum, Stepped on by the string orchestrated serenades of pence pinching
brokers, & Pausing tensely on this fidgeting fret, I rest till the
next note is struck..... Erasing
euphoric sketches through quiet nods, For this season had undressed all but
that naked sense of closure, Oh, how I'd of torched those gardens of “paradise”
just to bring these kindred spirits back! But the lore of this city is
ancient...Lying amongst the decay of ruins seldom sought, Unearthed through the
eyes of an ageless tomb, Oh Caravans! Caravans! Lead these childish whims to
your strange lands. Bustling with the inspirations that swell in the solace of
scenes mused upon in summers past, As not even a quiver of ink could be penned
in the pale aura of the present, For I seem to know not who wrote the lines
scrawled about the pages of those diaries dated.So from these silver ships we'd
found harbor upon your damp shores, That wilderness within the nature of a
noose, Gilded by the vines of wrath! You who's whispers murmur to the beasts of
unconscious forests! Lurking in the tridents of poetic rapture! Who's writhing seances of words were strewn
about mystic galleries... Asunder! For in the creeping hours of the morn I see not
but the daunting eclipse of requiems dear.....
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