The Sultan must Die!
I'm just Writing because I know I do not want to Sleep -
Again, watching a Late Night Documentary of a 1972 Crash in
the Andes, I Slumbered
& now wide Awake!
I know if there was Someone next to
Me, I might go to Sleep...more Easily?
but for Yrs & Yrs & Yrs...................
I Wonder what I did in Another Life, or what I have just Done
or What I am Doing?
Somehow I am not Spared One Night in a Thousand.
I have Read on the Palace of Tears,
where Women of the Harem, were sent
or Banished to when the Sultan abandoned them or dumped them in a bag in the Sea &
it must've been very Full from Betrayals & Love Interests
that weren't 'Him'!!!
The Sultan should just go now -
Its time to turn Tears into Crystals & Diamonds
they have existed so long - Longer than any of his own Affairs or Marriages, they are the Rocks & Jewels of Erotic Dancers
Not unlike Myself where there is
A Reason to Dance.
& now there is a Reason - Right Now,
Why should I Sleep amongst Salt
when I can Dance?
I'm not a Piece of Meat to be preserved
unable to eat by now anyway,
Even with Salt!
It is the Sultan who should Die!
& not the Woman.
Never the Woman who Loves - Anyway.
We still Suffer & are Muffled by
Materials when we want to Live, this obvious
with how Life appears to us often, when we are Alive
As a Woman.
It is worth asking where you may be, even when you know
because its Scary!
& Fear becomes your Weapon in a Dead World!
The Sultan must Die...
His Women are too Fat from lack of Sexercise,
or too Skinny from trying to stay Alive!