Ghazal X from the desk of the Royal Vikingo Consulate General

the bark of the date palm is a crusty shield which
shelters a broken city drowning in baby's tears

the sun was a shy mermaid peering through
the icy surface of clouds... unrequited

he squeezed so much out of that damn bean
that eventually the brown water never worked

spent all night with gauges measuring love and hate,
i should know (i am an expert) how to treat people

such a wonderous landscape around every turn with
my eyes kissing the sensual lips of flowers