New Poems
by Ali Znaidi

 

Off-line Lines

 

Last night my words sank,, sank,, deeply into

the well of the oblivion, & flung,, flung,, my fetish

of new ideas away.

Stuck,, stuck,, I couldn’t find the path.

My mind was a flaneur: I couldn’t find the idea

I’ve been searching since the afternoon.

I went to the sink,, & washed that glass where

flies sank,, sank,, sank,, in its abyss.

But the celestial idea remained remote.

I moved like a flaneur,, & opened the door,,

eavesdropping on the birds,, while all lines

went off-line.

 

 

 

Mystic Landscape

 

Bush within a bush.—

Embrace suggestion.

Like misty shadows

 

trees grow upward.

Leaves stretch in

every directions.

No striptease.

 

Veiled muse.

 

{Meditation}

The poet was there

 

trying to tease out

 

the mystic secrets

 

of the landscape.

 

 

 

seeds

 

this rainbow

is associated w/ a dream

it is stricken w/

 

a surfeit of DREAM

 

this rainbow emerges onto a hill

 

in the steady quasi mist

 

derisible hallucinations become desirable

 

dreams

 

funky reality protrudes

 

bolts of punk lights emerge

 

i’m still experimenting w/ words

 

i’m still searching for new words—

 

seeds of newer dreams

 

 

 

a window scene

 

a window

without a sill

covered

w/ snowflakes

 

I know I CAN write

a poem about it

 

the problem

the ventilation ducts

are frozen

 

I wish the snow

would thaw away

 

 

 

a collage

 

shall i draw a meridian sun?

or shall i draw a full moon?

 

a sun like a delicious red cookie

a moon like golden gravel

 

shall i perish into the redness?

or shall i perish into the yellowness?

 

Or shall I concoct a theory of collage?

 

 

 

(Spiritual) Cocktails

 

Those old abstractions. Heavy.

I hold to the surplus rain.

Too much (re)invention.

The weight of the burden was alleviated.

Moments of crystal dreams:

A tasty cocktail (not monochromic at all).

Hounds of augury stopped barking.

I found good tidings in the sap of an orange cocktail.

I only heard a cocktail of morning birdsongs.

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