Fez Instead
__________________
Fez Instead
Kafkaesque
The Delicate Page
Denouement Ditty
Tough Sabu
Taprobane
Next to Nothing
_________________________
Fez Instead
“I had no intention
of sharing Yacoubi
with anybody.”
—Paul Bowles
They knew it—
Tennessee, Libby, Jane
That I was obsessed
It wasn’t just sex—
It was something else
Totally new to me
It was uncanny—
My version of “Desire
And the Black Masseur”?
“The Roman Spring—
of Mrs. Stone” except it
Was in Fez instead?
__________________________
Kafkaesque
“From a certain point—
onward there is no longer
any turning back.”
—Franz Kafka
There was this point—
It had to be reached
The point of no return
It was raining—
Let it come down
Banquo gets stabbed
Without stopping—
Adding page after page
Mektoub, it is written
Taprobane beckoned—
Sahara nihilisms
Ahmed and me alone
_________________________
The Delicate Page
“Who has been
torturing you?”
—Paul Valéry
“I didn’t expect—
you’d like the poem
very much,” I said
He’d been the cause—
Of so many of my
Aches and pains
Twisting me—
Twisting me in the night
The world, the sky
His acts, distractions—
Vibrating on every page
My gruesome words
_____________________________
Denouement Ditty
“The separateness of the
one human psyche”
—Tennessee Williams
Saturday Review of Literature
Dark and stormy nights—
Mixed with Edgar Allen Poe
And The House of Usher
The usual decadence—
Mixed with The Tomb of Ligeia
Our Lady of the Flowers
Paul Bowles’ mother—
Reading Poe to her son
Perverting his imagination
His father sticks his crib—
Out on a windowsill during
A terrible snow storm
______________________________
Tough Sabu
“An Arab boy who
is insanely jealous and
given to the practice
of black magic”
—William Burroughs
Hans Richter—
Filmed us in his movie
At Libby’s Treetops
Ahmed dances—
Plays his Pan flute
Undresses, swims
He climbs trees—
Like a chimpanzee
A Hollywood Sabu
Then Café Society—
Cartier’s, Stork Club
Blue Angel gigolo
_____________________________
Taprobane
“It’s a Poe story”
—Jane Bowles
Without Stopping
Bats came out at night—
Three-foot wingspans
With big sharp teeth
Such nightly—
Invasions plus gamut
Of Celanese crazies
Barnes determined—
To write “Spider’s House”
About Yacoubi’s life
“It is written”—
Published thanks to
Efficacy of Mektoub
____________________________
Next to Nothing
“The world seethes with
words, Forgive me.”
—Paul Bowles, Next to Nothing
I always took the easy—
Way out for some reason
Probably just laziness
The path that goes around—
The swamp along the beach
Before the tide comes in
There were many things—
That could’ve been said
But now it’s too late
Light spills down—
Thru the trees with the
Same shadows the same way
I see it, hear it—
But there’s no one to say
The words to anymore
__________________
Fez Instead
Kafkaesque
The Delicate Page
Denouement Ditty
Tough Sabu
Taprobane
Next to Nothing
_________________________
Fez Instead
“I had no intention
of sharing Yacoubi
with anybody.”
—Paul Bowles
They knew it—
Tennessee, Libby, Jane
That I was obsessed
It wasn’t just sex—
It was something else
Totally new to me
It was uncanny—
My version of “Desire
And the Black Masseur”?
“The Roman Spring—
of Mrs. Stone” except it
Was in Fez instead?
__________________________
Kafkaesque
“From a certain point—
onward there is no longer
any turning back.”
—Franz Kafka
There was this point—
It had to be reached
The point of no return
It was raining—
Let it come down
Banquo gets stabbed
Without stopping—
Adding page after page
Mektoub, it is written
Taprobane beckoned—
Sahara nihilisms
Ahmed and me alone
_________________________
The Delicate Page
“Who has been
torturing you?”
—Paul Valéry
“I didn’t expect—
you’d like the poem
very much,” I said
He’d been the cause—
Of so many of my
Aches and pains
Twisting me—
Twisting me in the night
The world, the sky
His acts, distractions—
Vibrating on every page
My gruesome words
_____________________________
Denouement Ditty
“The separateness of the
one human psyche”
—Tennessee Williams
Saturday Review of Literature
Dark and stormy nights—
Mixed with Edgar Allen Poe
And The House of Usher
The usual decadence—
Mixed with The Tomb of Ligeia
Our Lady of the Flowers
Paul Bowles’ mother—
Reading Poe to her son
Perverting his imagination
His father sticks his crib—
Out on a windowsill during
A terrible snow storm
______________________________
Tough Sabu
“An Arab boy who
is insanely jealous and
given to the practice
of black magic”
—William Burroughs
Hans Richter—
Filmed us in his movie
At Libby’s Treetops
Ahmed dances—
Plays his Pan flute
Undresses, swims
He climbs trees—
Like a chimpanzee
A Hollywood Sabu
Then Café Society—
Cartier’s, Stork Club
Blue Angel gigolo
_____________________________
Taprobane
“It’s a Poe story”
—Jane Bowles
Without Stopping
Bats came out at night—
Three-foot wingspans
With big sharp teeth
Such nightly—
Invasions plus gamut
Of Celanese crazies
Barnes determined—
To write “Spider’s House”
About Yacoubi’s life
“It is written”—
Published thanks to
Efficacy of Mektoub
____________________________
Next to Nothing
“The world seethes with
words, Forgive me.”
—Paul Bowles, Next to Nothing
I always took the easy—
Way out for some reason
Probably just laziness
The path that goes around—
The swamp along the beach
Before the tide comes in
There were many things—
That could’ve been said
But now it’s too late
Light spills down—
Thru the trees with the
Same shadows the same way
I see it, hear it—
But there’s no one to say
The words to anymore
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