éloge des fourmis noires
black ants
sit stark
against a waning moon
forming a line
—a nocturnal shadow
forming a cascade
of a genetically altered
pearlescent comfort zone
I could see black moonstones
glittering in their backs,
bright & per[fume]d
Typos
Typos make the waves protrude.
That same sea exudes out lifeboats,
thus making the seagulls
utter new screeching sounds
—enigmatic colony of beats reverberating
in my ears’ trapdoors,
thus compelling me to move to & fro
between the tide & the ebb of a world
full of catastrophic types of typos.
a neglected business
no sight & still you see
each snail lies in a little somber shell of its own
you are still there weaving music
out of choppy sea’s waves
that evening voodoo does well its homework
seeing is a worn-out
activity
listening is a neglected
business
Ali Znaidi (b.1977) lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches English. His work has appeared in Mad Swirl, Stride Magazine, Red Fez, BlazeVox, Otoliths, streetcake, & elsewhere. His debut poetry chapbook Experimental Ruminations was published in September 2012 by Fowlpox Press (Canada). From time to time he blogs at aliznaidi.blogspot.com and tweets @AliZnaidi.