A Delusion Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A Delusion

In my palm is my head
I stand motionless…

Look at us in the mirror,
See questions making wave.

A nightmare, delusion!

Ask of our duties:
"Children and parents?
And between partners?
Citizen and neighbors? "

Mass of waves modulate,
Lowest to crescent,
And I watch the phases,
Then HF to AM and FM!

See myself and my head,
Confused, slandered,
Where are we? In desert?

Xay Teluk stands there,
His hands are extended,
Welcoming every guest.

Hamilton's black bag
Has writings in the red:
"The end of McDonald! "

Gidlow writes her poem,
She names it: "I, Lover: "
"Am afraid? No, never! "

To some is too shameless,
I call it: "Changing wave! "

Look at Malcolm, lover,
And Mary turned Shelly,
Then Zuleikha-Joseph,
Ferdowsi's Siavash…