Mug In Hand Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mug in hand

Head turned left, he walks west
Hair curly and brown, right hand mug
It must be his coffee, addicted, his drug.

In left hand holds a bag, plastic and green.
What is in it?

Eyes observe, mind amused, thoughts wander
Lips crack with smile; time to time.

Thinking is a space and too large
It is fun thing of inside bag
Endless its galaxy
Endless ate
The stars.

No border, barrier and no tool
Can make cage, force stop
Lines of thought; even
With hypnotize
Only death.

Green bag and contents
Stories can be made
Heroes come
Villains
Go.

Fool readers with plots.