Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Shooting Pain Behind a Wail

the silhouette of the hijab
follows me mesmerizing
my camera lens
my pictures
unscripted sorrow
adding to my poems
suspense
the poor muslim woman
battered by fate
as i saw her then
in a world where
women are from mars
men are only men
eden could
not have been
a garden
a mouse
clicks its way
like a pen
one finger driven
kicking ass
of the keyboard
like a steam engine
words emanating
from the soul
of the mind
now and then
my brain
a dead poets den




this poem dedicated to benn and glenn

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