Distraction Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Distraction

The truck in front
-is loaded with the rock.
-I drive and stop…

A poet, as I am
-spy eyes
-transmit the signals.

On the way are wild thoughts
-they fly and hover all around
-check Big-Bang theory and go on
-read Torah and Bible and Koran.

"Day of rest? "
"Rest for God? "
Comes smile…

In palace, fort, castle
-thoughts and I use steps
-of slobs of stones from rock.

A nymphet walks, makes sound
-on cobbled street in old town
-music, piano with low key
-as is goat's when the hoofs...
-playful, climbs, downs and or runs,
-by trees and bushes…mountainsides…

On the beach, graveyards
-bear plaques statues, stones-carved
-unlike the miracles; Egyptian pyramids,
-Machu-Picchu Acropolis, Persepolis.

"Oh, my man…"
-hear me whispering to police
- "Come catch me…"
-he looks for a cellphone
- "…distracts drivers…"
-is blind to the facts of the life!

How I wish truck's load fall on me…