The Naked Flame

I gaze into

The naked flame

Transfixed

I watch it burn

Flickering

It glows before me

My weary soul

Yearns

For something beyond

This ‘reality’

So tangible yet

It cannot be seen

That I desperately seek

knowing it will fulfil me

Though some might say

it’s a dream

The naked flame

So mesmerising

Almost caressing my face

As it moves

The warming heat

It radiates

I soften, entranced

And soothed

My minds eye widens

The vortex gapes

Illuminated

I begin to escape

From the shackles

Of the physical

Senses heightened

The metaphysical

Into the realms

Of the mystical world

Where questions are answered

And mysteries unfurled

Where celestial voices

Whisper their wisdom

To those who are attuned

And possess the vision

Who have the wherewithal

To boldly venture

Between dimensions

Who in the past were censured

The wizards and witches

The sorcerers and priests

The high priestesses, gods and goddesses

The Ancient Egyptians and Greeks

I stay awhile

And play with fire

To be an initiate

Is my hearts desire.

The Raucous Rooster

There once was a raucous rooster

That let rip from dusk til dawn

Squawking and squeaking

Shattering the silence

Wailing at and waking everyone

Atop the riad’s roof

In its unsound-proofed coop

Lived the little s**t

Safe as houses

Out of reach

Where the likes of us couldn’t get at it

On the hour

Every hour

It’s creaky cries could be heard

Sharp enough

To shatter glass

This was no sweet song bird

So out of tune

It serenaded the moon

It’s croaky chords sending shockwaves into space

I’ll never know

How us occupants below

Got any shut eye with that cock

on our case

Oh how we fantasised

Oh how we dreamed

Of wringing it’s neck

And rendering it tagine

If only to get

A bit of peace

Instead of tossing and turning

And counting bloody sheep

And it’s feathers could have been dyed

And arranged into a sphere

A Juju Hat to be wall-mounted

Like the prized head of a deer

That we had hunted and felled

In an insomnia-induced frenzy

By commandeering an earth to air missile

For a few thousand dirham and twenty

And launching it at

That f***ing coop

Where the raucous rooster reigned supreme

Atop the riad’s roof in Essauria

A fishing port

On the edge of the Medine.

Preyed Upon

You’ve freaked me out

Feel violated

You tried to take advantage

Get me annihilated

You came prepared

With your ‘Party Pack’

Your secret weapon

I was under attack

Unaware

Of what you had in mind

Naive and green

And f**king blind

I couldn’t see

Cause I wasn’t looking

Your hidden agenda

Disguised as a good thing

The oldest trick

In the book

In spite of #metoo

You tried your luck

I trusted you

Thought you were a pro

But you’re a waste of space

So p**s off and go

Crawl back under

Your slimy rock

Got no time for vile predators

Who are ruled by their c**ks.