Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Mullah Jalal Confesses
You tie me up and I break free furiously, opening out into sky, round and bright, candlepoint, all reason and love.
You gave me this bone-bursting joy at sixes and sevens. You stuck me with this hangover.
I turn when you turn to look. Somehow I’m saying this wrong.
I’m some nutcase in jail, tying up spirit-women.
I’m Solomon. I’m lame.