In Praise Of Those You
Have Constructed As
Worthless
(composed in the fourth person singular)
In praise
Of your
Worthless.(so useless,
you say.
pieces of
bad things)
So, yes,
Not your
Ideal
Of a
(quiet until
commercial)
Harlequin
Dawn.
Or idol
Of blondie
Desert
Guy.
(we understand
geometry, I
mean geography!)
But those
With flesh
Of embered
Flame (what
Does that
Mean?)
The tormentors
Of others'
Devil's
Playthings
(he's deviltalking
now!)
Imagination
The sweet nectar
Swirling elixirs
Silently in
Darkened
Cellars.
Copyright Kemal Faruquee 1992