Billie Joe Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Billie Joe
I slept until late; it is shame
For living, not much left
How can I sleep…waste?
In the past we went washed
Fresh water in the pond
Now we go to table; computer
I too am a parrot; nothing there
No news, no photos, even nude
It is time for You-Tube
Billie Joe pops up, I
Unaware, open-mouthed
“What is this? ”
Vietnam and Johnson
And river and couple
One commits suicide
And so on; and so on
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