A Request

Over here
The time stops
In the wide corner from the cosmos,
The time stops
In domains that infinite
From doorsteps of shooting stars,
The time stops
Everywhere,
The time stops.
Then
The demonstrations follow in succession
From all sides
From all people
those who were born and died,
Those who were born
and are still alive,
And those who will be born,
Carrying candles
That spurt vermillion blood,
And the signs they tore
From the blue clearness of the Iraqi sky
Written on
"God"
Hasn't Iraq's ground had enough blood poured on?

Detroit

4/5/2004

 No... The Moon Won't Burn

The pillow
Boiling flesh
Like the clouds of the sky
And the waves of the sea.

In the kingdom of the coral
In the depth of the sea
I ride my melancholy
And drink the sea.

If Apollo was a clumsy statue
And knows nothing but lies and confusion
What is the sun's fault?

She plays with the sky in cordiality of its filose poles ,
Divides her liver with who she loves
And bestows the fresh cool water of her nipples.

By the crystal strings,
The mermaids hang,
Foxes eat their livers,
Earth devils drink their blood,
And hornets nest in their skeletons.

The ship is sinking
We cling to the blue collars of the angles!

You ,
O prince of the clouds
O who chases the lightning
And rides the storms guffaw.

O you whose shadow is red eyed,
Devils play in-between your intestines
I am angry at you…
The moon's lips had swollen.

A moon ,
Lazy and yawns
On his bed ,
The angles plant in his chest
The iris flowers
And the agate rubies,
An impertinent and impudent hunter
Sharpens the talons of wolves
To snap its heart.

Satans and demons
Climb the walls ,
The sneezing of the autumn
Hit the eyes of the sun with the flu,
The appetites of the waves are beach coasts...

Crowds of crocodiles
Annihilate the villages
And the Green City
Grinds my heart between two hills.

 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

A Mug of Water

A Mug of Water

Nude and slender
The dawn opens its eyes,
In-between its eyelids
A polar twilight,
A tremble...
Dangled
The sky's arms.
Fading,
Like the morning star,
A rhythm ...
On the flow of pains,
Vapor of the head
Loosens its ambush ...
The things are servile
Like the far away horizon…
Earth,
Like a blue drop of circumference
In the dark corner
Its light: the stars.
Centers
Come and go
Heavy blindness
Pervades the circumference,
And the dawn
Possessor of white hair
Emits his intestine's crowds
And gnaws the aim.
Dome Blue eyes
Dangles
From depth of the maze…
Eyelashes covered by branches,
Created Like the haze of canyons
And hide the secret.
An eternal desert
Golden cinctures
Dances in-between ear and ear
Its gray tail
The depth of circumference.
The summit of the patch slides
Like a surreal pole
And in a gelatinous cave
An earthy progeny lime
Like the tropic snakes Inhaling the fire.
And then for the vapor be
From coronation of a lie like a coronet!
But the truth
Like the air which we inhale,
Mug of a water Achromatic,
Taste,
And smell.
I hear the gulf under the rocks,
To sheathe my soul
In the veins of my bones,
I watch it slide
As a fish In the neck of a bird.

Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely