Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 81,519 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Billie Joe - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I slept until late; it is shame
For living, not much left
How can I sleep…waste?

In the past we went washed
Fresh water in the pond
Now we go to table; computer

I too am a parrot; nothing there
No news, no photos, even nude
It is time for You-Tube

Billie Joe pops up, I
Unaware, open-mouthed
“What is this? ”

Vietnam and Johnson
And river and couple
One commits suicide

And so on; and so on

Topic(s) of this poem: music

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 16, 2015

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