| Anastacia Mirzayan |
Ewaread by darian When you speak, bits of tattered lip hang off your chin like sacrificial lambs bled atop the altar and the pallor of huge columns of neck, so they fly off, wings of eloquent speech spat and glittering like eels lascivious electric words wrapped about the throat to keep the impending vibrations warm so my sandpaper tongue will scrape the goosebumps from your skin, to bleed and lap up your secrets with greedy appendages, mouth tentacles. I had a voice slimy with honey and amber dew from the night. They injected madness into the brain of my deity. She passed it onto me. Rooms of bodies mirroring clocks, transparent and still, limbs akimbo on the floor, loose hands clapping together, a melodious plea to a former owner-- see through stained windows covered with a layer of birds-- put on as the filter so we won't be pillars. No we won't be white and frozen memories. Blue Mammoth
read by darian Humanity becomes part of the animal ribcage that snarls when it breathes, spitting out men or devouring them like a slimy white whale, a great lumbering watery hind at whose crushed ankles were placed boulders, at intervals, so that we could mark eons on his hollow ivory shoulders; bloated figurine who vomits the sun onto the Eastern shoreline, cold and growling until it passes again through his eyes-- bowls brimming with the bellies of fish. Sleek November is upsidedown-- darting through the sky or the brain pink with heat, holding onto a celestial bar before we've evolved, stubs of tails squirm, wither until life must be shot into our distended skulls. We arch our backs to the moon until they crick and stay upright, knees arthritic with knowledge.  |