Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Drunk

With his cane
John walked in
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Empty, torn-pockets
Heart is filled
And each cell of blood and the mind and the nerves
I am rich
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Lev Tahor in these days
Is our talk of the day
Everywhere is news
Who are they?
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Her hair long
It is brown, not blonde
And body
Thin and tall
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Her skin was white
Round-faced, Almond-eyed
Not white of Europe but an Asian
We became friends
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Hey Kay Boyle can we kiss
Just one kiss off those lips
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I spend my time on
Learning from the kind girls
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Sun is out and strong
Iced snow is now soft

Older days, in decades
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My nose
I knew is big
But who cares?
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O. R. I. was a game we played.
Acronym was short lived.
Maximum was a week.
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