By The Beach Of Mind

Tear drops in an oil-well

A woman without a face

Lead chips cookies,

And a bottle of rum.

Sailing on a grain,

Of moon dust and clams.

A beautiful corpse,

Angel-headed and pure.

Madness is a blessing;

I laughed.

Two male bodies,


Hand in hand.

Once upon a time,

A skull and sword.

Sad eyes watching,

Pretty smile,

I touched her cheek.

She held her brain like a baby,

Her heart made of sand.

I seemed to be a warrior,

But really,

I am but a slave.

Howl to the moon,

Absorbing secrets.

Tomorrow is today,

Today is gone away.

Shine on me,

Make me pure.

Salt and waves.



About Ahmed Gretly

Ahmed Nader Gretly. Construction/Site Engineer, fiction writer, poet, psychopath, researcher, a book addict, and a daydreamer from Cairo, Egypt. Currently doing Construction Project Management, MSc, at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh.
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