Camouflage Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Camouflage

Van Gog's works
To me are likeable.

No I am not artist of that kind
But have wish and have taste.

His works are strange
Colours come as bed-sheet
And also the subject and cover
In between somehow I
See the one who sleeps in between
With fine curves
From toes to the head
Or something
Other shapes
As I give a meaning to painting
Redraw everything.

The same is true with
My painted and coloured
And torn boots.

No one sees the cracks
No one sees the peeling
No one sees that the sole is
Leaving top skin
Everyone sees one thing:
"Colourful! "

Critiques of the arts
And techniques
All of you go to hell
Take with you your Canons
Among them Shakespeare…