along an infinite blast-wall corridor no.1

through the fluorescent light-fields…. distorted visions trailing neon haze spectres along an infinite blast-wall corridor… premonitions of the fallout, coming like thin drizzle settling over the concrete tower-blocks… see the red and green flicker in the eyes of the lost girls as they tread their careful path betwixt the imminent ruins…

slender fingers draped across ornaments of servitude… the idiot boys, dipped in filth, prey in the direction of the new world and manipulate themselves to issue… tormented minds, filled with meaningless instruction… cement dust blankets vistas of the gone world… a river of kerosene rushing steadily towards a blow-torch, forever…

a black mollusc slithers, dying, across a rotting atlas… fingernails scrape at tree bark, lanterns light impossible paths into the long forest dark… a hundred candles circle an obsidian monolith… arrowheads in our palms remind us of the journey… a column of white smoke rising from a silent clearing… there are rituals still to be undertaken, my beloved…

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desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome no.4

children draw dreams in the thick desert dusk… tender broken-hearts crack on cactus thorns… over the aching bed of a dried-up lake… a chemical night-time slowly dawns…

poems merge with stars… inside the graveyard sky… within the shifting mind… lovers yearn to die… a monochrome memory melts on the tongue… lucid dementia in the aged and young…

the earth grows dormant betwixt shadow and flame… the tool we called ‘living’ now has no name… tone prose utterances, ritual whispers… the imagination burns in flowering vistas…

lifeless wadi, dirt-road, dune… and always watching – the feral moon… gaze with me long in the blazing embers… what delirium forgets, the dream remembers…

– bianca laleh

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desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome no.3

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girls cut their tender hearts on sharp desert roses… crimson-pools forming across the burning dunes… deep in the saturated image field, fathers grieve in rituals of loss and regret… weeping into the barren dirt, gazing long over the aching bed of the dry lake…

the sunlight serenades the blood-thirsty earth… children draw their imaginations in the shifting dust… black snakes etch verse across the glinting vistas… out here all is delirium, pieces of living strangled then drowned; the looming darkness will make it easier to die…

lifeless wadi, dirt road; slaked in petrochemicals… pump-jacks wince in the amoebic dusk… fire temples, rusting silos, open graves, buried vaults beneath the ground… and as the blazing sun sinks behind the chemical sky only crippled dreams are left betwixt shadow and flame…

camp-fire ceremonies, feral incantations; lovers intertwined as the sky serenades the stars that never came… here they lie together in blown-out monochrome, in a desert strewn with death… inside the word and moment, tone poem utterances whispered; gazing long into the burning embers…

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desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome no.2

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deep in the saturated image field… fire temples, dunes, buried vaults beneath the ground… camp-fire ceremonies, feral incantations… pieces of living strangled then drowned…

girls cut their hearts on sharp desert roses… blood-pools form on the burning sand… their fathers grieve in rituals of madness… it’s hard to survive in a flower-less land…

how do you cope with dying… in a desert strewn with death… nothing grows now… only crippled dreams are left… visions of wheat linger-long in ageing minds… people get high on memories of green…

children draw strawberries in the floating dust… red is as rare as a rippled moon beam… the sunlight serenades the blood-thirsty earth… out here a tree is a delirium…

plant life mutated then withered and died… mutilated molecular organism… and now the blazing sun sinks behind the flaming sky… the darkness will make it easier to die…

lovers strewn betwixt shadow and flame… as the sky serenades the stars that never came… here I lie beneath you in blown-out monochrome… inside the word and wonder… we are home…

– bianca laleh

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