Mr. Freud Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mr. Freud

In times I believe in
-The Freud's Theory
-on dreams
-to have roots in our life
-daily dos and the thoughts
-and the heard, read or seen
-confusing mixture

To prove I need to review yesterday
-visited old friend with cancer
-many pipes in his hand
-for feeding intra-vein
-and Michelle showing the
-parts of cut; intestine to rectum

Then Roya and Evan that ended
-to Nina
-she led me to office, went front
-flat she, on chest, butt

And later watching the Americans
-a woman being raped by Russian
-captain

They were rocks and stones of my day
-later on came the time to hit bed

My dream starts with
-the last first, I have sex
-with a girl whom I met
-on the road, came close
-with a butt too flat

We end up in a room for the rest
-girl turns to a soft man with tubes on his back
-thin and thick, kind of lost, I cannot find track
-room is dark and home to many poor labourers,
-they are poor, work for cash, badly paid;
-they sleep on the floor as sardines

My sex ends in tube; liquid in it, filled…