You Know What?Jesus had a beard!
They’re staring at me
Gaze intense
Eyes steady
In New York airport
Not as an Englishman
but as an Arab
In a turban
wrapped
around my head ,
No mustache,
No holster with a silver hilt dagger
hanging down the thigh
long beard
long abaya
"Terrorist!..terrorist!"
Someone shouts from
a short distance
He couldn't bear up the wieght of the picture
And an other one on the escalator upward to a sky
where his angel hovering hollers:
"da bomb"
"da bomb"I thought"is the one who is standing
there,
hair of silk,
enchanting eyes,
lips full
one look enough to make hearts melting,
stars to wink
and sun running to sink
pure beauty,worth a thousand words
her lover,I wish I could be..
Two policemen from nowhere
come in hurry-
Interrupting the stream of my thoughts -
guns in their hands
"You are under arrest,
Mister long beard!"
"Oh,You must be mistaken,
I am not a bomb suicider
I am a p..o..rn star
I come from a country
you can't find without a lantern
I like to dance with pole ,stripping off everything,
Not clothes but emotions,
Can't you see?
I am bleeding,
oozing dots on
the white sheet,my stage.
I am well-known
"So, peel every layer off your inner self
and dance in cuffs"They mock.
"Ready to go?"
"but not ready to be taken
getting too heavy by media's load
too slow on the uptakes"
" I am the desert flower
Hidden, but a target’s aim
Stretches forth from the Twin Tower event
I am not the culprit,
the responsible,
just the lamb sacrifaced for the sake of oil
now look closely at yourselves,
you become a barrage of acid comments,
funny walking sticks,
handbags left unzipped
hard boiled eggs, sliced in halves
three cups of tea left to dry ice
in an old nags head rentals
everywhere you are omnipresent
but impotent
running from mice,
and hunting ants instead
You know what?
Jesus had a beard,
take me to Guantanamo!!