Godfuck - Basim UsmaniGodfuck
"The crescent glimmers on the hill
The mosques high lamps are quivering still" (Byron)
The most gracious smile
is twisted lustful
Though He lurks un-seen
I feel threads unseem
as my garb crumbles
leave me prey to thee
They say it's intoxicating
Ardent you etch my shoulders sore
As your gasping prey you heave me deep
I stand and knock at mercy's door
"And lust and rapine wildly reign
To darken o'er the fair domain"(Byron)
your most mercied - unfurled
as air round me churns
kneeding, those gusts satisfy
my need for breath on sweat laced flesh
Grimace anticipating
You calm me and leave me heaving
No need for Laila
Leave me wiping you off of me
*Out, out brief Candle!*
Wide-eyed I sortof
Wobbled my way
across creaking planks.
Staled on the spot as
the walls of hall
(leering) stare me down.
My wrist ticks hours by;
trust is in one
constant for haven:
in the hope that this
Soundful, furious
idiot told tale
Signifies nothing
once I cease to
strut or fret and
curtains fall... But
'til then I'll kneel
and feel the floor stick
to my sweaty brow
(as numbness pricks
needles at me' toes).
Like damn Looney Tunes
"it seems" repeats
on and on and on.
From "I broke color"
to "This isn't
how it should've been."
If Sigmund made a
technicolor
short- this would be it.
The horizon fades
and Axis spin
(send me back to 1).
slam a Neurosis badge
(expressed somehow
through yesterdays) on me.
And hall stretches-
for all I know
long beyond my time.
Humor me with your
'wind-up-Ladens.'
Ritalin's mascot
Klebold would approve
of Midas'
fingers' blaming get
a new allstar cast
to head a world
in his image.
"Walt was ever right;
"it's all too much
with us" then and now.
Growth seems to light the
path to "numb" in
shiny, neon light.
So I'll be on my
way and quiver
less with each step down
my hallway...
© Basim Usmani 2001.
