DAVID JALAJEL

The Fruit Bats

Broomstick hags in a storm cloud’s wake
caress the night sky like phantoms on glass.
 
They fall to the grove by the baker’s dozen,
wings flapping like a dancing crone’s breasts,
 
then plunge down the canopy, groping at orbs
that sag on the branches or rot in dry grass.
 
Their short, shrivelled faces nuzzle with joy
the fermenting nipples of a pulpy largesse.
 
Each gives a shrill cry to the sweetness, the rot,
& the ripe aftertaste of a milky-white zest.

 

qasida #29

what’s a horse’s never-ending sanity good for,
& yours, your high spirits encumbered anew
 
with, you want it in a word, try diffidence,
preaching down the cornfield, your soapbox askew
 
but the cows are unperturbed, the crows unruffled,
the horse slumps in its barn, written off as glue
 
so you daydream a mortgage, some windless grass,
tall skies & windmillsthe sparkle of dew
 
reflects off erupting weeds like intentions
you tug at, but that horse is not budging for you


qasida #32

scoured by frost & the freeze-dried wind,
the shrubs stand resolute, their thorns thrust
 
against a midnight sun, a day’s migration,
& a hoofed fraternity pissing out its musk
 
summer’s flesh moves under a ghost moon
across the greensward’s pale & petulant flush
 
you know this plain’s heresies, its swift horns
its hoarse, throaty bellows when they rear & rush
 
so what drops to the pit of your stomach each time
you watch dawn tumble from the aborting dusk

 

David Jalajel is the author of Moon Ghazals (Beard of Bees Press, 2009), a full length poem in Sapphic stanzas entitled Cthulhu on Lesbos (Ahadada Books, 2011), and a chapbook in Dan Waber’s This is Visual Poetry series (2013). His work has appeared in a number of online and print journals, including Otoliths, Shampoo, experiential-experimental-literature, Recursive Angel, and The New Post-Literate. Poems in the “qasida” series have appeared in past issues of The Ghazal Page as well as in Anti-, Lynx, and Mizna.