A Romantic Dream to Sew Together Urban Pieces: Eye Lenses ReFocalize d-r-a-m-a from dream

by Farrah Sarafa | 2009

Sniffles and giggles shatter the glass
c r a c k s into pieces with light reflecting various people's faces
like marble does the eyes
   blackened with
       the
       dusts of
          memory.

Sesame seed-lashed, his eye-rich prune glossed,
 Like black olives–
 I will remember
his hair
 reaching neck line, as moist thick waves
    in which I could let my hand swim
  imagine that it were dark chocolate that
   I could shovel heartily into my mouth
    and become the
  sprinkling espresso
            that wakes me CLEAN
                    from the dusty
                          coffee BEAN.

Lenses

by Farrah Sarafa | 2009

Fingers on piano keys vertebrae my crown
into a popping ivory slide,
 My thoughts glide
    with no defined place to sit down.
Handled by ocean waves

in a café filled with people,
     rise and
then fall    like    appetite,
ebb and wane—
  the external enters my blood stream
and I become profane.

Endless Motion

by Farrah Sarafa | 2009

To keep moving, searching endlessly
  on the streets of the city
Does not bring thee, necessarily
  to true freedom, sanctity

It is an obsession with glory
  with achievement's false story
Never read in its entirety
  rather fragmented witty.

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