Darkest Blue (Tara Mokhtari)

Posted on August 9, 2010 by in Heightened Talk

I wish I were at some bar in hell

where the whiskey burns

but I’m drunk and I’m dead

and the heat is a charring change

from this place

in the darkest part of the blue

ocean before the dawn

three-sixty degrees of blackish horizon

clutching a shard of floating ice

corners not cutting frozen flesh fast enough

ice not melting fast enough

no ship passing fast enough

to slip and drown

at the centre of the universe

fires to subdue the forfeit

make the numb skin feel again

demon bartender company

(who could cure this soul better?)

and timelessness

bright white timelessness

(Painting by Mark Rothko Green over Blue 1956)