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.....