T (no first name) Wignesan


The Ruba'Iyat Of Creteil Lake - Part Twenty-Nine - Poem by T (no first name) Wignesan

“Sire! ” cried a lame yea-sayer: “I know this mad hookah addict! ”
“Then drag him here by the scruff of neck be it hook or by trick!
But first when thou seest him Jap-slap him before and after! ”
The unfortunate crony jerked crab-wise for fifteen slabs of brick:

And came toppling back: “Your Holiness! What Jap-slap really mean? ”
“Slap him when you first see him and then slap him after seeing him! ”
“Oh! How might that be, Sire? Right at this hour Abdul dreams deep! ”
“Well, pluck him from Widow Zaynub’s lap! Shake down his heroin! ”

And even as blood thawed in dragonfly under water veins
The dribbling pitter-pattering rains unclogged the stubborn drains
Hidden stifling demons shook ominous wings to draw the veils
The shroud of mists lifted over the assembled hosts’ terrains

To reveal the pent-up currents of mystifying self-hood:
The Commandant strove to confront the prelate in the right mood
The Imam caught up over and above sacrament duties
While Robo-Cops and the Faithful hung fraught by their livelihood

Regional Council convened in the Mairie spindle tower
Chief of Staff rounded up forces’ heads at the Prefect’s bower
The Writ-Server constrained sang: “I must this behest unload…”
“STOP! ” cried the Imam, “I must this very hour conduct asr! ”

© T. Wignesan – Paris,2014


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 7, 2014


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