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.

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