They were hot on the trail
of the Parisian terrorists
who killed 127 people

When the gendarme came for her
they asked… “where's your boyfriend?”

she answered “he’s not my boyfriend”
she pushed a button and blew herself up

painting the inside of her modest flat
with a single coat of macabre rouge

an unsympathetic Tweet reported
that her head flew out the window
coming to rest on the cobblestone street
in front of the neighborhood bakery
her nostrils drawing a final breath filled
with the aroma of freshly baked croissants

perhaps her dimming retina reflected  
the flickering laser strobe scanning
the Parisian skyline from atop
the Eiffel Tower

maybe it was for the best
that she's been released
from her earthly travails

gotta be a major downer
being a card carrying Jihadi
living  life, parsing locations
to find the best sites to
****** innocent people

living life inside the prison
of a black burka, is
living inside the dogma
of religious delusion
gotta be a living hell
living large in a
Dante’s Inferno
doin hard time in
solitary confinement
of an addled mind
chained to a
wretched heart
looking at life
through tiny slit
like horse blinders
designed to encumber
the distraction of any
peripheral perspective

in summer the dark fabric
traps heat inside the raiment
bringing simmering resentment
to a raging boil

railing against bourgeois decadence
stewing over the whoredom of halter tops,
mini skirts and teeny weeny bikinis

a coal fired pressure cooker
stoked with repressed libidinal energy
loathing the sin of intimacy
recoiling from any intimate touch
the simmering resent
unable to find release
slowly builds until it blows

pure torture for a young woman
how can you not fall in love in Paris?
groove to jazz, lounge an afternoon away
sipping coffee at a sidewalk bistro
French kiss a lover
on a Rive Gauche bench

In The City of Light
how can you prefer body counts
to loving embraces?

the construction of a suicide vest
to epiphanies concealed in
affable Impressionists brushstrokes
or the revelations of Cezanne's dancers


to never roll the warm blush
from a fine Bordeaux
in the cradle of your tongue
or the sophisticated pose
of a first cigarette

to be immersed
in the City of Lights
while shunning
its illumination
by hiding under
a black burka
is absurd

why does this form of Islam require
these sacrifices from the fairer ***?
why does their understanding
of faith forbid body contact
yet demands a righteous body count?
what type of religion sanctifies this?

where an unknowable Allah
promises a paradisaical afterlife
only through the condemnation
of a pedestrian Joie de Vivre

Sharia liberates the soul
with divine chains of submission
and stokes an abhorrence to
secular democracy that condemns
the spirit to the anarchy of choices

is it no surprise she pulled the trigger?
to bad the Quran consumed all her reading time
had she only lifted a slim volume of Camus
she may have read The Myth of Sisyphus
"suicide springs from a feeling of absurdity"
Allah condemned her to a dark subservience
whose only goal was a nihilist martyrdom of
mass ****** and self annihilation  

Said Camus

“those who lack courage will
always find a philosophy to justify it”

and finally she may have understood

Camus's posit of the most important question….…...

“should I **** myself or have a cup of coffee?

she should have had a cup of coffee….

Erik Satie - Trois Gymnopédies

jbm
Oakland
020316

My somber heart that desires a bond that binds
Our exhausted hands feeble like the mind
As the hours grow near  
It begins to consume my core
Time is not a friend of mine
Behold this love of mine
Shaken and frightened  in the dark
A gasp of  hollow air
As a quiet beauty reflects time
Floating in circles through a hidden dream
Inspiring  paradisaical into a mystical place

His lips are so deliciously sugary
So riveting to stare at
So tenderly drenched in grandeur
Memorable enchantment
Harmonizable lips
That I long to be incarcerated in
Cling to his paradisaical dreams
Eager to drift into his delectable dimension

I thought I was strong enough to not
Write about him ever again, but when
I saw his pristine picture on my iPhone
I was under his spell, drifting into dope dreams
Careening with the supreme wind
To embrace him once again, raveled
In his resplendence, fantasizing about
How much I long to kiss him, touch his
Ravishing shoulders, his mandorable beard
His light rosewood-colored lips, his
Worshipful, all-knowing eyes, sexalicious
Thunder, my honeylicious bun I savor
On my tongue, my luscious, rich cheesecake
My paradisaical bae that keeps me
Penning the loveliest poems about him

There is starlight power
Brightening profoundly in my eyes
Crystal-clear colors that make
My existence more lively
That refreshes my reality
With its heavenly vessel
Of bountiful bewitchment

I am imprisoned in the gleaming kingdoms
Of entrancing sensations.
Overly spellbound by the towering towns
I encounter when I walk
Across the broad, gorgeous boardwalk
Seeing the joyous sights
The marvelous, soaring songbirds
Hovering in the air
Staring straight at me
As I join them in a sing-along

I highly adore the even-temperedness
Traversing through this stately place
How when I gaze at the wondrous swans
Nearby the euphoric shore
I can see a blazing smile on their face
The way they inspiringly write
With such endless delight
Absorbing the glorious fulfillment
The refreshment infusing the landscape

The bibliophile’s sit in their beach chair
Greatly obsessed with the clean, dreamy books
Resting so impeccably in their hands
Taking in the magic of words on every page
Letting the stunning, brightly illuminated sun
Beam gently on their skin as the steady, silky breeze
Wings its way to embrace their pleasant space

I have never loved life more than I love it now
There’s limitless sparkle that lights up
The paradisaical scenery, the thumping great trees
That bursts into song with the ample azure seas
The fantastical, majestically made sailing boats close by
The hypnotizing refinement of rhymes
That takes my mind by surprise
As I allow myself to go with the flow of freedom

There was an incredible
Feeling inside me
That wanted to kiss you
To do more with you
Than just snuggle
We could recite
Entrancing poetry
To each other
Sip hot sparkling wine
Peer at the paradisaical view
How the expansive landscape
Exhilarates us, makes us
Cling closer together than ever