Mark Reese

GIMME BACK MY TURBAN

Mr.Tali-ban Tali-ban don't wreck my day
already sinkin'' in quicksand,
buried up to the neck in hay

Mr. Tali-ban Tali-ban my life's in a pickle
oil prices are up, stock market down
and the Porsche drives so fickle
The kids are all on crack
while the old lady drives me insane

Our pictures sit on the mantle
but we live in
in separate frames

So Mr. Tali-ban Tali-ban
can''t you see
my life''s in a pretty bad way

So please call off your Jihad
grab you a Coke
and try to have a nice day

The KKK took my baby away

Stars called from the cold
silence in our first lonely hours
together, like lovers huddled in
a cave, the prying moon and
endless constellations ramming
down our veins. Christ, the cross
and dark night, fate fiddles on a finger bowl,
earthly bound and constellation terse,
these tethers of Abraham
guided by an ancient compass.