iqra

iqra
I
We are receptive!
we are receptive not!

II
read not, hear not, see not
'ven when it is neon-ed on the hills
(capitol, hollywood, marghalla)hills
in the bound of perception
you and i are dumb not, clever
perceptive
we put words and ideas to pasture
selectively
....................read them to others
....................we do

III
..........................then books
heart-beats conveying from the yore
thoughts troubling, soothing,
..........................straight
from the heart-mind
they wrote - what survived
ravages of desert winds
fires, hooves, apathy
..........................we love
love their vibrant honesty, reach and
wisdom that strikes a chord
words that whirl with the beat
resonate when silence is folded

IV
worship words
no surprises there, my friend
they are our X t a s y
a pursuit of a pursuit that delivers orgasm
what do whirling dervishes know?
but they know, they know!
for merrily they go round and round
..........................and round
..........................whirling to
word-music reverberating
succumbing to the magic
..........................of word-ecstasy


V
friends? what friends? that one? hah!
pass me the napkin please
..........................no
..........................not you!
(is this a poem he is writing?
yes, this is a poem, ask joan!)
but yes there are friends
with whom one hesitates not
to share a grave
...........................or a thought
love them, ensconce them, value them
...........................worship them!


VI
the mate i embrace nightafternightafternight
...........................through decades
...........................worship her
...........................more
more than
any soul
for she puts up with all my idiosyncrasies
worship her
...........................intensely


VII
amidst all this worshipping
God takes a back seat

VIII
but
if truth be revealed
(for whom? He knows!
....................knows what is in the heart
....................how can i be so audacious?)
i do love Him
....................most
now this may be mortally confusing
for the bystanders
i love Him more
....................but worship Him less