Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Racers

You may know; maybe not
Once movies were on film; on the reels
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Today in Canada

With two deaths the ‘topic'
I envy; feel sorry
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As if head with crown
Are cut and hanging on
I walk on; Feel rooster
(With blood ejecting)
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End of day my goat came with shepherd
Containers of warm milk were her breasts
This woman on hands-knees; is the same
What's hanging from her chest is full-fed
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Details on attack

I love the language, old, ancient
Broken is it; rocks off mountain
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Cloudy eyes

Times and times; blue eyed
I tried and tried
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Story is simple, as they think and they say
'On last day...'
To me, sounds stupid, it is dumb out of line
'On last day...'
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The skin and the sound, I see-hear background
Tell me lots, softly rough, ring a bell to remind
Long ago on this earth, free beasts, living wild.
Birds flew; partridges, nightingales and parrots.
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I recall that trip to Paris
I went buying, Fur Skin
I was told: 'downstairs'
Wide and red were steps
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'Be careful, ' someone said.
Carefulness is so strange.

I like the adventures.
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