silver moon collection

I. Rape 

When the first virgin of unicorns

Opened the box

I

The evil inside

Was released

I had the form of a god

Made out of roses

I raped the virgin

And it stayed the same

Untouched

Holy

From my poison

I.                  Mirage

He roamed alone

As a wingless moth

Searching for a drop of honey

In a lion’s mouth

The oil well refused to give him

Treasures

And his western mind

Refused to believe the lie

A mirage

A dream

Of Eve as a belly dancer

And a camel

Speaks Urdu

And wears

Dior Show black-out mascara

II.               Sipping Nescafe

A single star is shining

A space ship

From NASA

Watching

Me

In my house

On my bed

Sipping my

Nescafe

Watching T.V

As a white man

Watching porn

With the curtains

Closed… it’s the globe

That we are living in

Circling in fog

And throwing out

Us as rotten food

In a homeless tummy 

III.            I am

I am the woods that were cut

The high tip tops of pine and palm

I am the wind that was shut

Jaffa and its oranges

يافا و بردئانها

I am the streets with its sluts

I am the bars with its mini skirts

And I am a hooker from above

A holy sinner

A right holder

With cheap lipstick

And dry lips

I am a teenager

On a cross-

 road

Tall hair?

Short…

Piercing in the belly

Piercing in the tongue

Piercing in the whiteness of my eye 

And piercing in my lust

I am me

A depression

A knight

In shining armor

A fright

A fried fries

With nuggets

And gummies

Cola

With chips

And a bunch of lost kids

A bottle of mine

Empty, but still has the smell

Of night

A wet shirt

Wet pants

A new bottle of

Nail polish

Spilled on the floor

Of my second floor apartment

IV.            Yaffa

Yaffa from the sea

And the horizon looks close

An acre of moon

An acre of juice

A house of stone

And stairs of rosary

The smell of sea shells

And voices of sirens

Calling sailors

For free outdoor sex

Sand mingles in my ear

And makes me hear the sound

Of the furies

Gun shots and SNAP

A soldier coming from the corner

Thirsty for blood

And I used to think that vampires

Should be invited to come…

. My name

My name sounds as I want it to be

Fragile

Weak

And ends with a silent e