Nassy Fesharaki Poems

I look at my nails
Uneven, worn, cracked
Never manicured, pedicured
These tools, my axes, picks; buckets
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Lotfi

He was a musician
Great was in white
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What the hell

Biting on a greasy chicken leg
Stomach roars, needs to vomit
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Child eater

These halves are the same
Not two parts of the apple
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Murderer

Good for me and neighbors
‘All Chinese'
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Blok

It is long past midnight
I'm fighting, with Blok
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Madhouse

Neither the sleep was sleep
Nor was that dream, dream
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Once
As I read tattoo was the sign of rebellion and bravery.

Now
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Bee

Slowly with accurate moves
He held the bee and pulled
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Trance in the rain

He, abandoned in his wheelchair
In the government housing, and
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