Treasure Island

Hasan Ali

(London, England)

And I Lust


And I lust
lust for feeling
As I watch it crumble to dust
And stand in its majestic ruin

Readily do I sit in solitude weeping
Grieving the severance of my hopes
Without ever speaking of how I
Claw open the eyes of those dreaming

As I lust
lust for meaning
And watch as it turn to dusk
Standing around its majestic ruin

Verily have I been broken
Inevitable that it should happen again
But have I not also spoken
Words to the effect of causing an end

To their lust
Or rather its hopefulness
As they watch it crumble to dust
And stand in its majestic ruin

There is no puzzle to be a part of
And I am a key which fits in no lock

Submitted: Sunday, October 26, 2008

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  • Richard Blanch (11/8/2008 9:05:00 PM)

    There is a splendid formality in these lines, as well as a command of rhythm and assonance which effortlessly guide the repetitions as they change meaning through shocking violence and resignation to those last lithic images of failing to fit. Remarkable. Love it. (Report) Reply

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