I Have Been Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I have been

Tequila in my hand
By the fence I stand.

Look around with lips tight,
Vigilant, alert eyes,
Ears ask:
"Where is sound? "

Nothing is attractive
In corpse of dusk sky…

Is wrinkled, in death bed
With nothing gracious…

Ugliness visible,
And lot of filthiness
On ground and above!

"What happened to sky?
Where the hell are stars? "
Keep asking, no reply!

If not hate, I dislike
The cities, city light.

These bastards, murderers
Kept knee on neck of mom,
So, I mourn, whine for the
George Floyd and nature!

Have flown aeroplanes,
Spent time in deserts,
As child was in plains,
And crossed the oceans,
Everywhere were stars.

Studied in domes, out
POLAN and North Star,
With kids of Cassiopeia,
But Goddamn city light
Divorced and parted us!