Beat Sheet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Beat sheet

Things are all filling mould
Being machine, technical
The same is in telling story
We must make a beat sheet
Hook reader; enticing
Rejection, fall, racing.
And I hate cloning.

Where are you brother
Soft and good, smiling
Making them in your way
Fearful, love making
Even your experiment
Cut open the serpent
Take out rat that it ate.

I miss you my mentor
Kind, older brother
You who once hit me
Hard, as if was a donkey
Using kicks and your fist
I cried and escaped,
To Tehran ran away
That is my story
No frame, no easel.