Majnun's Twist. Poem by Alistair Plint

Rock Art.1.

in the
21st century
majnūna
is an acceptable
complexity
to opening lines
of
her life-story
reconstructed
while
no streams
float a reality
to the river
of dreams


Rock Art.2.

Throughout history
walls have been
painted in songs
of adoration;
calling a
lover's name
as much as it sings
a mad-man's
feminine
encyclopedia


Rock Art.3.

Herewith
a fiery
catastrophic
stake burning
love-story
of a necromancer's
conjuring;
sparking fireworks
and lazer performances
calling out
in your name
by night

... I'd never
have deleted
"the kid"
had it not been
such an absolute
asshole
but then it did
wash my rock
in laquer thinner

Rock Art.4.

When emotional
development
transforms
to a weapon of choice;
the art of powdered
fauna and flora
depicting
a beginning, middle
and end
through tribal warfare
evolves
to oiled canvasses
and tapestries
adorning
walls
of hunters-trophies
the world over


Rock Art.5.

The leather clad
warrior
with catapult
and small stones
killed
22 head of
wild buck
in a
nonexistant
war
and then worshipped
bare feet
and fire
before
the feast and fiesta


Rock Art.6.

future text books
won't mention
the story;
alas historical
digital
graffiti
will be the curve
of geographic learning


Rock Art.7.

The black
in his eyes
could be referred to
as a pupil
though it never studies

The sleepless black
looks like punches
in overspoken
moments of insanity

What then
do we call
the other black
in the depth of that
eye?


Rock Art.9.

I am a rock
not a mirror
don't look to me
to find yourself
in observation
nothing exists
in my death

anymore than
calloused fiction
jingling
in a lack of
everything
Disney

everything
from want
to giving
-in living


Rock Art.10.

Death is hard
enough
-hangs heavy
in heart stings
and blood

The fantasy
does it
no justice
-hurting like hell
on innocent
souls


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