Cosmetics: An
Exercise in Mythology
Tiny crystal white
pinches of shattered
pseudo-glass
glitz up in her
lips—a
gloss,
a spackle for the
darkness.
I can see the tiniest starlets
ever
gesticulating in two red
skies fat with cherries
intersected by a rivulet.
She is moistening her
lips with her tongue.
Then multiple pouts
follow in succession.
Tiny starlets fall
from a state of a grace
into her glass
of red wine.
Socrates as a
Pop Star
Oh, Socrates!
Your words top
the charts.
Your fans outnumber
the stars.
Your Facebook page
vomits comments.
Your posters
are stuck on
every wall.
Your news
are scoops
in tabloids.
Oh, Socrates!
Don’t be so greedy!
Oh, Socrates!
Please, leave a little
venue for
the lowbrows!
Contributor’s Bio:
Ali Znaidi lives in Redeyef, Tunisia. He graduated
with a BA in Anglo-American Studies in 2002. He teaches English at Tunisian
public secondary schools. He writes poetry and has an interest in literature,
languages, and literary translations. His work has appeared in The Bamboo Forest, The Camel Saloon, phantom
kangaroo, BoySlut, fortunates.org, Otoliths, Dead Snakes, Speech Therapy Poetry Zine, streetcake magazine, The Rusty Nail, Yes,Poetry, The South
Townsville micro poetry journal, Shot
Glass Journal, the fib review, Ink Sweat and Tears, and Mad Swirl, and is upcoming in other
ezines. He also writes flash fiction for the Six Sentence Social
Network—http://sixsentences.
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