Tunisian Desert
Sand soaked
in sleek satin.
Touching it
resembles
kissing
the soft
cheek
of a blonde.
Kissing it—
a paradise
unraveled/
Satan
expelled.
Written 03 03 2013 Revised 23/09/2013
Sunday, April 13, 2014
pastiche by Ali Znaidi
pastiche
Mud clings to stones.
Stones cling to mud.
—Eagerness for pastiche.
Written 10 10 2013 Revised 03 04 2014
Three Short Poems by Ali Znaidi
The Shape of
Inexistence
When
the night comes
existence
takes the shape
of
inexistence for those
who
have no home
but
the streets’ laps,
for
those who queue,
as usual,
waiting
for new sorrows,
& above all,
for
those whose morning
is
not yet to come.
Written
16 10 2013
3
feathers of a crow
shine through
the empty shot glass.
—A (jailed) triptych.
Written 25/10/2013
Platonic Forms
I loved the shadows
of candles in the dark,
& I suppose
this love still persists
but in platonic forms.
Written 25/10/2013
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Tip-of-the-tongue Phenomenon by Ali Znaidi
Tip-of-the-tongue Phenomenon
You think it’s sugar at the tip
of the tongue. I agree.
Sugar sketching cupcakes on the
skyscape.
A mirage yielding real water.
Asphyxiated aspirations
re-animated.
Inside my brain, broken images
spackled.
& dream tastes sweet,
though I’m still under the tip-of-the-tongue
phenomenon.
Written on 28 02 2013
Originally published in The Siren on 05 02 2014
Mother Nature by Ali Znaidi
Mother Nature
From time to time,
try to take off your shoes,
& let the hot sand
caress your bare feet.
Let them feel the touches
of the scorching grains.
Let the grains infiltrate
your veins, while you ponder.
Heal your weary psyche
w/ the sand’s aroma.
&, always remember that
Earth is too great to
let two little feet
tread on its GRANDEUR.
16 10 2013
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Untitled: A Nano Story by Ali Znaidi
Untitled: A Nano Story by Ali Znaidi
They celebrated their first date in a love motel. But they didn’t know
their sweat would ooze through the tabloids’ sheets by the sunrise.
26 02 2014
Untitled: A Nano Story by Ali Znaidi
Untitled: A Nano Story by Ali Znaidi
She fixed her glossy lipstick and aimed the beam at him. “He is not an
easy prey. I had to try something else,” she said as he didn’t react.
26 02 2014
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