by Ivan Peledov
Then she drove to the pond,
got out of the car and said:
My gods, help me! My goddesses,
I implore you! You, Amenoud, generous in love,
you, omnipresent Yoki, Yusul, and Oonakaem,
Oorph, the master of frogs and herons,
pelican-shaped Ayos, snake-breasted Ysooph,
cloven-hoofed Tsaakha with an emerald mane,
you who have gills and you who don?t breathe at all,
and you who are Paobaad!
Hail to you that saunter in heaven
and hide in secret caves,
melt the snow and freeze the oceans,
lords of foliage and sovereigns of feathers that
prick up every ear and raise each tail up to the clouds,
gracious without reason!
So do help me! I prithee, help me!
For my colonel is out of his fucking mind,
all the light bulbs have burnt out in the house,
and the leaves of the rubber plant, dry,
creak and scrape across the walls unbearably,
now it is only the colonel’s spirit that burns in there,
quite capable of devouring me with all my shit!
He keeps bringing me beer in bed,
when I dream of white rum,
endlessly listens to primordial psychedelia,
runs his fingers over the suits in the wardrobe,
changes the temperature of my voice,
plays soccer with our neighbor’s dog,
while the Sun is falling into the mountains!
The stupid live as they want,
the wise just fine. I am a fool,
I am ready, with my squared Lemurian eyes,
to throw myself into the water in all my attire,
let only the fear of death show up on the surface,
so that I could turn it into steam!
****
While leaving,
she noticed a garter snake slither away from the path;
it turned around but did not say anything.
Ivan Peledov lives in Colorado. He loves to travel and to forget the places he has visited. He has been published in Eunoia Review, Lost and Found Times, Red Fez, Illuminations, and other magazines. @ivan.peledov on facebook.
