My Balls Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My Balls



My balls

In its worst, life is hard
Papers wrong, payments late and pride
Became ball, was kicked and, always shot

Year passed I, ate like ant, searched like pig
Crazy squirrel and monkey jumped the branch
One day shout like rooster, once on shit like crow

Some light seen in tunnel, and silver-edged cloud
Brought sigh; sigh of relief with comfort
Unaware I was fast as always and was wrong

Bureaucrats know paper; have no feeling and no sense
They had not forwarded what they should and must have
I checked bank everyday "No, nothing and no trace"

Angry, forcefully, out of need, diplomat
I called once "We're closed" once again
"Can you hold? " and she went; so once more

Finally we chatted, everything clear "It's been late"
She was nice, religious, we talked soft, friendly
"Thank you, " I told her when she said: "want to help"

"I don't know; let me leave my eggs in your basket."
I re-thought when she said: "It's new; never heard."
It could have meant sexy; harassment; and insult.

A mesh-up eggs-basket and court-ball
I had said fast and sharp; never thought.
This could be joke and fun.

We both talked; I explained:
"Language keeps changing like stone, "
I meant rock; off mountain, to river
Then turned sand at the beach...
We both laughed, said: "Goodbye."

Friday, December 19, 2014
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