Ghazal for an Oilfield Town

Where are the actors, the dreams, the scripts, the stages of this town?
The desires, the mortal fears, the unread pages of this town?

I cannot see where sorrow dissolves and love enters the room
It seems that love is a subtle set of cages in this town

As methane gas is the lightest fraction when crude oil is cracked
So astronauts watch a cup of night set blazing in this town

I’ll go home the way I came, in a worn out truck I barely own
and try to scrub off the tin can grief and crazy of this town

3 responses to “Ghazal for an Oilfield Town

  1. I haven’t tried a ghazal, but did read up on them. Appealing. Yours is quite good, esp the final couplet.

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    • Craig Brandis (aka Burl Whitman)

      Thanks bro! Ghalib is the master…Ghazals of Ghalib has translations by some of the best, Stanford, etc.

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