Dubai, LAST ONE INN

II. A Game of Chess The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, Glowed on the marble, where the glass Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines From which a golden Cupidon peeped out (Another hid his eyes behind his wing) Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra Reflecting light upon the table as The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it, From satin cases poured in rich profusion; In vials of ivory and coloured glass Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes, Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air That freshened from the window, these ascended In fattening the prolonged candle-flames, Flung their smoke into the laquearia, Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling. Huge sea-wood fed with copper Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, In which sad light a carvéd dolphin swam. Above the antique mantel was displayed As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale Filled all the desert with inviolable voice And still she cried, and still the world pursues, “Jug Jug” to dirty ears. And other withered stumps of time Were told upon the walls; staring forms Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed. Footsteps shuffled on the stair. Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair Spread out in fiery points Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.   “My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. “Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.   “What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? “I never know what you are thinking. Think.”   I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.   “What is that noise?”                           The wind under the door. “What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”                            Nothing again nothing.                                                         “Do “You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember “Nothing?”        I remember Those are pearls that were his eyes. “Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”    ---------------------------- The Fallen. loVe eVol lo5e e5ol ...lose sole ........the lords of flat fish. 1967 was Ca'anan's 100th birthday ...... Why this repetition of the number 100? Well its the word that gives it a Way ...hun ... D ... Red ......a red square ...red honey...dred locks. A rat's tale is the dread knot ...give them enuff rope and they hang themselves. Now with Maria 1776 was her 300th birthday......the three sisters. Whereas i am the 8 year old Cyster ....call it a pearl ......knit one pearl 2. Call me a knitwit will ya? hahahaham  19th hole is the clubhouse ... With mare it you can enter 2.      Last one in's a rotten egg.......green eggs in Ham.   ------------------------------------------ Way back when in sixty-seven I was the dandy Of Gamma Chi Sweet things from Boston So young and willing Moved down to Scarsdale And where the hell am I Hey Nineteen No we can't dance together No we can't talk at all Please take me along When you slide on down Hey Nineteen That's 'Retha Franklin She don't remember the Queen of Soul It's hard times befallen The Soul Survivors She thinks I'm crazy But I'm just growin' old Hey Nineteen No we got nothin' in common No we can't talk at all Please take me along When you slide on down The Cuervo Gold The fine Colombian Make tonight a wonderful thing We can't dance together No we can't talk at all