my future reveals its
sordid past and binds
life into a vessel
like an Arab geniewithout a cork to be
released so slithering
slices of sarcasm
slide, not so secretly,
past me and are so
easily squashed by
by my newly acquired
military requisitioned
black stomping boots;
my future returns to
its past, leaving me
alone and ill equipped
to face ordinary outcomes,
so from me a rib is
broken and taken free
and in my dizziness, a
vision of beauty appears
and holds me in her arms
until I am no more again.
14Jul14
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