Nassy Fesharaki Poems

On top of a mountain
I blow into bull’s horn
A trumpet with lips
A drum with hands
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Noose

We have all once or more
Said something without want
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Your skin
Sheep’s or wolves’

Your shelter
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I had God but lost him
Cloak-men stole him
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I, tonight, want to cry
Let me have a goblet
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Degrees

Like the milk from the cow,
From the goat or the sheep
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Malaysia in Kandahar

There are two
Two young boys
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Emily Dickinson is my aunt
She was small, religious; pretentious
Deep inside she was lost; no lover
(In open) so she wrote in ding:
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You tell me what life is
Then I’ll decide, “Shall I live? ”
Is it just crawling or walking and eating like a worm?
Is it defined as sitting in the dark, watching light and the cloud?
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All is fine

Sure, doubtless
Season’s changed
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