Welcome to Zimmer-zine
The e-zine for all those who are not dead yet!
BORROWED LIFE |
as I glide out of a fitful night's dream i sometimes surf on the waves of her past transporting myself to the southern limits of the Equator where two oceans meet and where at dusk the sun flaunts its pharaonic majesty touching the horizon with the flamboyance of a gigantic yolk she shields her bosom with crossed hands while unconsciously licking her lips it is the atavistic gesture of pleasure tasting before a cataclysm or the expectancy of it for aren't we always rehearsing our demise whenever confronted with nature's mysteries isn't life, after all, a concatenation of partial deaths? now, instead, the sun has turned purple suffused with nocturnal ink it is the color of poison and the moon crescent in its icy petulance bids it farewell like a victor snickering at a downtrodden enemy she replays this scene whenever we part for in her eyes i see dancing lizards then as she moves away the latter nibble each other's tails and revolve in a fiery merry-go-round i can't stare too long at ther pupils lest mine too begin to flash, spewing like those medieval witches venomous toads and live scorpions now and then, ghostly glint of a gem she emanates that faraway impregnable scent so preciously tropical it evaporates like a drop of Guerlain perfume spilt over a furnace and i never know whether it is me she has just consumed or her life which i have borrowed |
ALBERT RUSSO |