VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Mihaela Melnic

Orgastic Carnage

I see patches of unattainable happiness 

scattered around 

and they look like wasted seed 

in conclusion of acts that were 

meant to be of love

while everything appears as a labour 

of Shiva in motion

in the fauces of the cosmos

and we’re all either blessed or screwed

in a carnage somehow orgastic when

the victims generate pleasure

to those born executioners 

I see creation and destruction as two links 

of the same mighty chain 

but nobody makes it out of here alive

except, perhaps,

those living within their space pills

floating in thin air outside of their 

mental straightjackets

Motion Pictures and Myths

I’ve just returned from the movies.

Once home, Morpheus can’t stand me,

I have Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde to deal with – mirror rehearsal.

Film directors pull me out of my hinges 

with their overly romanced realities. 

They make me want to uncork what needs 

to be uncorked

and decant what comes out. 

The chimera within me still roars and howls 

at my heart of glass

that ages ago rolled off the peak 

of the profane mount of flesh that I am. 

Shards everywhere – be careful 

if you stick around.

The Firmament’s Consistency

Dazzled by wealth – impassable wall between 

you and happiness. Protection or coercion?

Unfathomable distinction.

Where are my loves, my resources, 

my future torn 

from my walking carcass? 

Where has the earth gone 

from under my feet?  

Where are you? Where am I? 

When was the natural 

order of things reversed?

The sky alone gives tokens of strength 

and coherence

pinned as it is, in its leaden clouds’ hinges.