Frame Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Frame



Frame

I want to stretch
Enough of being dead
In casket

No more a portrait, in frame
I'm tired of cannons
I scape the genres, classics

Call me names,
Wild, weird, crazy

I have to stretch
No more of being same
In my life, literature, politics…

Monday, March 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: anger
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