Tahseen al Khateeb

Yes-ter-Day
- For M.AbuGoush , without regret .

With
out      mercy
With
out       regret
                            Spilt
The       ink        of
                                 Sleep

 

An empty orphanage      the kingdom      your hair

With     out      IT'S      trembling rose

 

      Under the sword
(It's shining)

Into the cigarette's centipedean-shadow

Praying                                       your

                              name

               Dumb-folding.

 

Just       another gunshot      Hushed
A hailstone   sleepless   shrouded   lugubrious
Sifting wild winds on wild sheets

                  As
                   If

Speckled with " I "
Spell bounded

A stone   roars   like   a   bird
        Slaughtered

         There      in the voice
Here     in the voice
Where?     &    When?

 

Under the ashes of gold
               The broken face of water

The    less    of        you
    The   more   of       you

                             The blood    the birds      your kiss
The shivering
                                    The -endless- mouth     the cold
The room         the    breasts ­ of ­ darkness

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What's left?
What's left?

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