27 February 2014

SWAMP LAKE by Zarina Zabrisky

Mother lobotomized
Mother blindfolded
Mother sick

Name stained


Wake up!!!

How long will you stay on all fours
the centuries passing you by,
Mausoleum mummies
and Ghosts of Communism having their way with you?

"civilization," "reflection," "humanity"
nothing but soap bubbles
in your medieval bear thick slumber

is all you can hear
are the whistles of Cossacks whips
and ululations of clowny priests?

Who is to blame?
Genghis Khan?
Ivan the Terrible?
Poor diet
lard and young pioneer songs for breakfast?

What to do?
It is not a rhetorical question!

Wake up
Pork jello land,
Shake off the manure and flies
Off your worn blistered skin!

Wake up,
Siberia of the spirit,
The collective farm of the mind,
The labor camp of the soul!

Wake up,
Before it is too lateagain!oops!
For a millionth time
oops! epic oops!

Your Swan lake
is a swamp

Look, Kiev is in black flames
burning away from you
like Moscow from Napoleon

History is the nightmare
orbiting with maniacal passion
eternal return
after the eternal return

It raps in my ears
with Youtube attention deficit disorder
and pre-teen angst


like thousand Bach cellos
fugue furious

It screams barricades, bodies dead,
black blood and BTR blowing up

Wake up,
murderous mother!

Wake up,
hammer and sickles' armed Oedipuses!

But no!

This sleeping beauty of my country
is snoring in its crystal coffin
in its drunken stupor,
a rotten herring in its clawed furry paw,
Swarovski-bejeweled crucifix for a pacifier

It is spread out in its own body fluids
ever so comfortably

So over the cold puddle of the ocean

Let me rap to you

Listen you,
rapists and slaves,
stuffed dumb with kielbasa, vodka,
and protein rich garbage
from the geyser of the TV sewage,

Here is a blood soaked Kremlin brick
of my heart

into your sordid window
from your forever prodigal literary hooligan:

I divorce you,
Mother Monster,

with all the pain and love
of my Hungry Duck youth

You must become who you are

Zarina Zabrisky is the author of short story collections Iron and A Cute Tombstone (Epic Rites Press), and a novel We, Monsters (Numina Press). Zabrisky's work appeared in over thirty literary magazines and anthologies in the US, UK, Canada, Ireland, Hong Kong, and Nepal. She is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee and a recipient of 2013 Acker Award. Visit Zabrisky at www.zarinazabrisky.com.

1 comment:

  1. Out of the soup and into the swamp bath for incestuous tundrabillies with Little Dick Syndrome farting bubbles. USSA, you just been out-[g]assed. Let's hear it for the Uberpowers!

    (I stumbled over "BTR" hurdle but was not unsaddled from galloping rush from forced feeding to toilet.)