Our Insanity
By Golnoosh Nour
Don’t speak to me of panic when my
glamorous sorrows have turned me
into a rockstar! Drugged up, I hide my
jewels in socialist orgies. Tonight, my
muse has one emerald eye, and one
aquamarine eye, garnet hair, and he
has the coldest fire I have ever touched
he is indeed the prettiest star, and I
am filled with loss. Still, I cherish his cold
fire as he strokes my insane face
we look a bit like politicians we want to forget
our time together a never-ending summer
and I am nothing but an accidental survivor
of my mother’s moondust. The pigs couldn’t
drown me, and now I’m as ethereal as a siren
holding a gun.
This poem was commissioned for Aladdin Sound, performed at the Purcell Room on Friday 21st April 2023.
