I am aroused by every syllable escaping her lips
She talks in riddles
She mumbles the truth
She exhales, I inhale
The pothole of a junkie

A shattered skeleton, I fall
A disabled man, I fall
A modern Sisyphus, I fall

We will rise as the sun sets
We are creators and the night breeds inspiration,
So meet me under the moonlight and leave your mask at home

Home is where the hurt is
Do look back but don’t stare for too long
Now close your eyes and breathe
Breathe slowly…

She pours out herself into the darkness
She moans the truth, her truth
I whisper the truth, my truth

A revived skeleton, I stand
A disabled man, I stand
A modern Sisyphus, I stand!

Now shut your mouth against mine, for there is no truth; only gibberish

Thus spoke IbnRishdi

A Parable of Lies

This is a parable of little or no truth
A parable for the youth
A parable for snake petters
A set of random letters that change hourly, forever

Give him one of these verses if he has any pain

A bum or a prophet
Makes no difference under acid rain
Hail Mary, Mary Jane

Establish force with
A sword and a horse
A book and a scribble
A riddle and a giggle
Little by little
They take away the hammer and sickle

The red nose stuck in the chimney
Light the fire
We all shall burn by turn

I’ll be auditioning priests on a black leather sofa

Hang a cross or hang a diploma
Makes no difference if you explain
Hail Mary, Mary Jane