Ghazal time!

Today we are going to do some form poetry, specifically a type of poem that comes from what was, at the time, called Persia.

This form of poetry is called a ghazal, (pronounced "guzzle"), and consists of many rhyming couplets, not obviously connected.

Of course they are connected, otherwise we would have what we in the trade like to call "complete and total screwed-up nonsense", but they are connected much less blatantly than tradition english stanza poetry.

Anyways, history lesson aside, here goes.

Home away from home

People in cardboard box towns,

Buried in cardboard caskets in the ground,

People collapsed and folded into briefcases

in their own hands on escalators forever going down

White line code written on bathroom stall walls

Spelling out trash can fires dusted in brown

Rusted tin soldiers wearing moth-eaten coats

and hobo glove crowns

Empty three-piece-suits doing

only what the television tells them is allowed

Assembly-line rebels

marching in time with the crowd

Deaf homeless with canes

hearing voices through the ground

Flight plan laid world

turning backwards around