the dogs bark
and the caravan progresses

the children cry
but the world spins

I am sand - drifting formlessly, settling briefly;
dusting edges traced clean by housekeeping’s judicious forefinger.

I am sand - black with iron and ****** wrath;
shattering glassily against a wine-stained ceiling.

I am sand - my trespasses turned to pearl;
rippled and flurrying, wedged between sandal-clad toes.

I am sand - porous with desire yet disarmed by possibility;
a fortress on the brink of invasion by the sea.

I am sand - recalled to the desert, claggy with melancholy;
a loping caravan of travail, westward bound.

I am sand - measureless and infinitely uncontainable;
sifting from hour to hour...and life to life.

I'll look at a kid girl across the bar
and will fall in love with her -

what's that
in her eyes
*******
what's that? -

at that moment

there is a new order in the printer

and I have to make a drink

Like a birth of new life at the crack of a new dawn,
I dream to help you rise to the call of love and humanity!

Like a cool summer breeze, I long to caress your soul
and awaken it to the cry of a starving neighbor!

Like a charming smile painted on your face,
I yearn to brighten your day with my poetry!

Like a ringing of church bells and the call of prayer at the Mosque,
I wish to invite you to join me in a caravan of hope and liberty!

Like a murmur of my mother's prayer,
I dream to be the echo of blessings that sustain your spirit!

Like a beautiful song of love on your lips, I wish to be
the letters of happiness, and the music that dances inside your chest!

Like a sweet thought that slips into your dreams,
I fantasy to sail into your life, and fill it with joy and inspiration!

Hussein Dekmak

Illegal aliens,
Holy and blameless
Invade from planet dysfunction
Land at our border
From their galaxy of failed Latin states:
Narco-thugocracies
Feudal kleptocracies
Where the girls get knocked up at 15
And illiterate drunks get macheted
on saturday night
Then go to Mass in the morning
as litter blows
through graveyards.

They will enrich us
with their diversity.

a few thousand migrants
from run-down middle American nations
join together for a march
to reach the US border
and apply for immigrant visas

the tiny president
of the great United States
sends out the army to protect
the nation of 350 million
from this terrible threat

the master of fake
playing his power games
on the back of the most needy

Human shields
Mothers go first
Honduran fields
The plan rehearsed
Fake refugees
Who storm the gates
More borders, please
Trump hesitates . . .