Alina Gregorian
FLYING BARK
America, I will sing for you.
Land of self-proclaimed dogmatic regulators. Offenders of the standard
78 degree room temperature. When you roll down the window, you say:
“Serendipitous to think so.” And the officer chuckles. The officer gives
you a handshake. You must reciprocate by throwing an equally ferocious
milkshake, or one of greater grandeur. Depending on the crossing chickens.
If it rains on your lawn do you spray disinfected solution on the branches
of the elks? Should you wipe clean your transmission with a rag made of dust?
Who will compare you to a fine summer’s clay? The fluorescent lights remind you
of Michael Jackson. You have a fever and no one will say: “Contentious grackle.”
WHEN BEES CRY
The thought entered my mind. The thought entered my mind during the middle of the night. In the middle of the night, the thought entered my mind and I cried. When I cried, the thought left my mind. It left my mind, this thought, and I have never thought this thought again. It has been twenty days since the night I thought this thought. I have not thought this thought since. Now I am worried that perhaps this is the nail that shuts the lid or the hammer that claws the nail from the lid. Maybe now I will think this thought again. Now that I’ve realized that I haven’t thought this thought in twenty days. But I do not want to think this thought. And I have not thought the thought. It is lovely, I think, not to think this thought.
A BIRD BROKE MY WINDOW
Yesterday morning, a crow flew into my room
and said: “Sell your lawn for Exxon.”
There was nothing else I could do.
I read out loud a few words I was reading.
The bird dropped dead.
Why did this bird have to die in my room?
d on my favorite desk.
Alina Gregorian is a graduate student in the program at the New School. She has created with Bianca Stone a poetry opera recently performed in New York city. Her prose poems have a sense of surrealism and play both comical and startling in theirs juxtapositions. This is her first publication in Ragazine.

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Just never mention Mahler’s 1st Symphony or
Songs of A Wayfarer…..it’s poison………..