dulcis in fundo: Recent Episodes
Pharaohnica
The orient express is leaving
The whistle screams my name
My heart and eyes are bleeding
Something blue I’ve never seen before
Perhaps — my soul
The heavy sky is falling
The wheels panicking in rhythm
Hammer through the stagnant fog
Between London and old Constantinople
I near the borders of the great unknown
The road of silk begins here
The landscape speaks a different language
I hear the tambourines shiver in the songs of old sitars
Luxury and intrigue take on a new meaning
The sun and sand begin to smooth the oldest of my scars
The taste of dates, saffron, and pistachio
Spice and color the monochrome of desert days
Myrrh, frankincense, aloe
Soothe and lull me
All the way to Alexandria Eschate
Sore eyes search longingly for water
Mirages dot the infinite horizons
Dunes gradually turn into a world of granite
When lost in thought I stop my jaded wandering
Before a splendid city of blinding porcelain walls
My head is spinning wildly
As I lean against a gate of gold
At last I’ve reached my limits
I’ve left them in the thirsty desert
Buried in the sandy furnace where they belong
There is not a trace left of the unknown
Limitless is now my world
I sink among the pillows
Silk draperies swim through a fog of opium
Flutes, harps, and koto strings reverberate in a harmonious flow
Time and space converge and thicken here
Far from sleeping Constantinople
Unfamiliar and distant whispers
Softly fill the marble hallways
Behind the tall porcelain walls
The epochs merge into a single story
The hours are divided into pleasures
Perfume precedes the bloom of midnight flowers
Myth and legends thread unending mystical patterns
Aldebaran, Antares, Regulus and Fom-al-Haut
Rule the fine black silk of the enormous sky
From this crossroad beneath the stellar map
I could reach as far and wide as my heart’s desire
But anchored at the centre of all illuminated paths
Regulus invites me to stay with him
And explore the hidden wilderness inside me
I close my eyes and lifted in the trance of those who’ve seen beyond all walls
I dance and dance beneath the astral patterns
Until I levitate above the jaded domes
The distant devils of the past
Will never reach my blessed soul here
Aguardiente
Firewater
Aguardiente
Flame inside a drop
Aguardiente
Geyser under ice
Aguardiente
Lightning in a rainstorm
Aguardiente
Fireworks and snowflakes
Aguardiente
Flamethrower in the winter cold
Aguardiente
Freezing in the solar apex
Aguardiente
0 to 100 is no difference at all
Aguardiente
Waterfall of sparks
Aguardiente
Lava rivers crawl
Aguardiente
I breathe fire move like water
Aguardiente
Some like it both hot and cold