the arab spring

What we lost, by following the fucking Saudis, was a beautifully coloured strand of our being. What we found, instead, was the coarseness and crudity of the bedouin in our souls, the desert in our hearts, the wrecking light of the southern sun. No Persian ever called me niggah. Arab spring? Nah, it's always winter there.

~~~
I found a word.
you came to me.
The hunt was on,
but i lost you
Because I saw you everywhere.

the fabric of our being,
richly woven,
undone by what fair hands!
A green celtic bracelet around your thin wrists,
the snakecharms of your eyes,
leave me tongue-twisted.
"Faith is under the left nipple"
And infidelity under the right.
Lost to the world,
I found you elsewhere.