there are frantic attempts to
fill the blank spaces...
Like a bird in the cage
of a unceasing movie of fly...
Tonight, like many ordinary Gaza nights,
there are wounded babies...
Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...
The sadness creeps in,
unsuspected, unwanted...
A black and white
photo of...
As the
fireworks explode...
the tinted glass
steals away sunlight...
I woke up one night...
Let me sleep
as the night bleeds stars...
Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...
A grain of sand
Is what I am...