Face Filters Poem by Naveed Akram

His face filters into a copied expression,
The pecking of his tongue
Is an expression.
With speech there parts a word
Prized by the calligraphers.
Her face expands, then symbols
Arise to the chlorophyll of plants
That ebb and flow like accordions.
Why this tottering and disguise?
It is a whopper being, to be itself
The being of questions that
One intimates.
The coral offends and affects us
Ossifying into copies of fetters.

The faces of our eyes commit
A slant of distaste, at the being
Of letters and volumes so old,
They paint a panting voice.

Then diesel has ameliorated us
With flanking action,
Foot after foot can enact cars
That drive their weight in this modern
Fright.