Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Niavaran

Driving in, around the old mills of North York
-come to mind what I saw; bubbles in springs.
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Epizoon

Feel betrayed, betrayer
-each of them in own way.
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Exiled

Crazy?
-I may be!
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We are sorry

You who are choking me
You, who hold power's rein
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Help him

First victim
-was the man who helped him.
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Wanted

I saw her like before
-appealing was her eyes
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All coins

He covered the counter
-with coins and changes
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Dislike

If you set shit on head
-looks ugly; has stench.
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Scribble

Smart and cute was
-the efforts for the talk.
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Chatfield

My joy is driving door to door
-observing many names that take me,
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