Violet Goby Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Violet goby

Dreams are and have been
-sort of games and puzzle
-I try but cannot
-buy the words of Freud…

Shops of the charlatans are many
-so are the live the life on dreams
-a meaning is given to actions
-and the things…

"Good are the water and…"
-some say and include other things
-like donkey, defecate if dreamed
-death means life and cry is laughter

Frankly I am lost but gathered
-readings and hearings do tickle
-when dream of the things strange

Some nights back we were three
-yet were two…
-me and my brother…
-One of us played two
-I guess I was heading for my death

And last night I returned to my work
-and was led to do things that relate
-to water and fishes in a sink
-or canals built by the concrete

Fishes went as my hands entered in
-except one, a single and small
-violet, playful and cute goby that
-seemed to know who I was
-so played with my hands in water

Dreams are strange…