How To Write Cold Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

How to write cold

Radio and TV, media
The papers, words of mouth
They are all united:
'It is cold; it's record.'

Lucky those with ears connected
Lubricate in canals
Without change sound gets in and gets out.
Neither lands nor sticks, leaves unheard.

In this case I am one
I've tried, trying, wanting write
'It is cold; it's record.'
I feel like it is lie; I cannot.

'It is cold; it's record.'
Can be seen in 'winter' of Sales
Like beetroot earlobes
Like hacksaw, teeth and jaws

And at door cold-bitten
Stands man, trembles:
'Don't be fooled...it is me...'
'That is cold; the record.'
In that way poet warns:
Light of hole is not sun
Be aware search for right
'That is cold; the record.'