Drunk Dusk Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Drunk dusk

Marketing is when a
Rotating, spot light,
Or flash
Goes alight in window.

What about a western balcony?

He or she, confident:
“I’m alone, on my own,
With sacred private and secrets.”

West sky is painting masterpiece
Worth the time when watching
Golden, red, then becomes scary
Sort of darkish grey, like devil.”

Everywhere, all-over
Exposed, nude is skin
Soft touches of breeze
In the dusk…

The actor is drunk with sky.
The glass, crystal
Is filled with, the red-wine:
“Lovely Hell; this is life.
Being nude and drunk
In western balcony.
Watch skies”