7/23/20 B) Anti-Ghazal

in this world we walk on the roof of hell …

each of us carries an upset in our stomachs.

watched several of them bend back glass.

under a blazing sky (always a blazing sky) i am lost.

nothing tonight. the time turns to 1 am, and;

i’m still awake. still searching for my roots.

the open fissure where transparent fish float.

tonight my blackness has a hum that resounds.

and what of those of us who bow and scrape,

before personages; before our own egos.