Anticipation: Draft II by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
Literature
Anticipation: Draft II
I climb the last artificial rise,
stomach aching
with undigested ineloquencies
and superheroes we will bring to life.
I am caught
on my favorite dream
as his song loops through one ear
and rattles around in my head.
A pregnant pause swells
with the anticipation
of years,
with a crescendo of hopeful chords.
Twilight brings fireflies and magic
and billowing daydreams.
I can recite half the evening by heart.
Years of my life are carried away
in laugh lines still imperfect
and piano sonatas I will never understand.
My pen is poised,
waiting.
Tell me what to write next.
An Ode of Many Voices by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
Literature
An Ode of Many Voices
The days fall like golden wheat
from Azrael's sweeping scythe to
soil the lavish harvest of health,
the only thing that is left. For them,
fang hooks sting; the jailbird sings:
Whippoorwill, will 'o' wisp, come to me.
My plea for forgiveness falls on deaf ears,
and autumn leaves fall from trees.
We are the resplendent wreckage left behind in your wake - broken edges jagged, sparkling.
The days are a thin film of ice between you and me
soon to thicken or to shatter, only time will tell
that I reach up to touch, but it's too cold, it pushes me away.
I'm left shivering alone, away from your warmth, separated from your lig
Breathe deep the chai haze
Picasso's djinn,
a muse of eggshells and grandma's lace tablecloths,
cradles the tea kettle to her chest
and abandons Latin words and names
flotsam and jetsam dribbling
irrelevant among the little red tea leaves;
the driftwood of genus and species bumping
against the shores of the South African scrublands.
She hovers orange and indigo,
a quavering flame of dreams
and drained tea dregs
divination with a soft-spiced voice
at the bottom of the mug,
never quite gone
a flock of Van Gogh crows
frozen in their hayfields.
Sunlight,
a tragedy of knuckles across
sweat-streaked faces
heralds the blossoming
onslaught of civilization.
Ours is a history
Of Sun Kings and blade edges
borne in balled hands -
thin burning petals to remind
the baking, charcoal ground
of the place of thumbnails
over insects.
The Witch over the Mountains by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
Literature
The Witch over the Mountains
Listen:
in her youth, one day she
flew up over the mountains,
turned her hair black and
went to dance with the goblin king.
Hush, children -
she is the earth itself.
Only eat your chestnuts after roasting,
and do not walk barefoot in the grass;
she reaches for you.
Beware her grasping soil fingers.
Take no apples or sweets,
trust not to luck or coincidence,
always close the garden gate,
and pick the bugs from wildflowers
before taking them home -
or else the goblin king will take you
to dance with him, too.
[Over the schoolyard,
heavy anticipation:
a vulture of perched storm clouds,
a sudden, brief god
of cat's cradle st
Breathe deep the spice of
human bodies too long in the sun -
Autumn's fallen apples, waiting for passage
from child's fingers to mother's hands;
a slice of steel through pale flesh
and the simmer of summer juices with
cinnamon flakes.
Grassroots, River-roots by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
Literature
Grassroots, River-roots
I am no Wordsworth, but
I have become an extension of the hills,
a bristle-cone pine above the quarry.
The way the earth falls down to dusk
makes spreading myself this close to heaven
like breathing.
My mountains curl around me
gold and green, my cliffs fall
clear like flutes
across my chest.
Whistle me a song, Mother Idoto
your summer and lightning
bring the rain.
Your mist presses its palms
against my face, presses
its smoke into the depths of my folds.
Valley winds, neither you nor me,
sweep me from the rock faces
and bring me back clean as red Virginia clay.
Black-eyed Susans pool
sun-like,
raw leaf edges catchi
Cello Sonata in E Minor by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
Literature
Cello Sonata in E Minor
La luna brushes
The spirits in their seasons
Against the wall,
Then tilts and turns
Toward darkness.
A la luz de la luna,
The dead tilt and turn
By the light of the moon.
she says it with a smile
that cuts your