THERE’S A STORM BREWING

Words by Abul Kalam Azad

Spirits of boiled lobsters crawl on rusty posters of burning forests

Sinking her face into the dark interiors, of his darker heart, she screams from the window ledge

“Will you pose for me?”

“As whom?”

“You will be a writer whose mind is withering from the whispers of fading fantasies whose heart is weeping at the dreams built around dumpster fires

And I shall paint on your hairy flesh as you peel this poem over my pubis”

“Which poem?”

( apocalypse )

Soaking his anger in expired soy milk twisting his bones in boiled regrets stabbing his heart with infected nails plucking his eyes out with stolen change hanging his hopes with plastic ropes squeezing his tongue with purple confessions he shrieks and shrieks he shrieks and shrieks as the statue of Sisyphus masturbates on melting ice caps

Palms pressed to metro doors as if fighting, with all the life left in her, the future pushing from behind she chokes a little from within

“I can’t..”

Her voice lost in a limbo of sleepless strangers

Images by Alexander Limarev

1. Lunar Colony (vers. 1) edited by Alexander Limarev | a.i. (n.c.), asemic digital compilation | Siberia |2022

2. Lunar Colony (vers. 2) edited by Alexander Limarev | a.i. (n.c.), asemic digital compilation | Siberia |2022

3. Lunar Colony (vers. 3) edited by Alexander Limarev | a.i. (n.c.), asemic digital compilation | Siberia |2022

4. Martian Colony (vers. 1) edited by Alexander Limarev | a.i. (n.c.), asemic digital compilation | Siberia |2022

5. Martian Colony (vers. 2) edited by Alexander Limarev | a.i. (n.c.), asemic digital compilation | Siberia |2022

6. Martian Colony (vers. 3) edited by Alexander Limarev | a.i. (n.c.), asemic digital compilation | Siberia |2022