7/29/2016 0 Comments Two Poems by Abdul-Jaleel AbdallaMalaria Suicide On a gas stove pears are brewing in chai tea. The rhapsody of Qatari dates split open like mandalas Melt the sticks of oud. You watch the Moroccan Spiced eyes of sunset trail off behind pentagram mountains; Skies red from the meditation of fasting. Your stomach Burnt out with fragrances of a Syrian moon, which rises Above dusk aromas. Your insides an empty ashtray of galaxies. With practice, gutting out food and nicotine for a month Becomes an instrumental study of your own criminal Psychology: a gonzo lifestyle of arithmetic cathedrals Of pain. Soon it will be time to pull the balls of malaria off the trees, Go back inside and set them down on the table, Take a scalping blade and curve back the rind, Watch it curl over your wrist, then throw them in With the pears, listening to the crows moan. Or maybe you’ll look on as a cloud of mosquitos Head towards a mass suicide beyond the dreaming Of a gothic Ramadan. Shooting birds in a field, 1989 while shooting birds his eyes were dim and narrow. my father’s beard sopped with cold morning mist, meditating the owls hiding sweet seeds of sapphire behind their beaks. their oracles begin shouting in the gun’s blossom of bullets. the sun pushes through deep dreaming’s ruin. only kookaburras gargling tree sap fantasies the recklessness of dreams. the ember of their feathers glowing in the dark leaves. as we turn to leave them our backs crumble like mountains. Bio: Abdul-Jaleel Abdalla is a poet and artist from Brisbane, Australia.
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