Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 81,648 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

My Monstrous Friend - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

“My monstrous friend”
Where are my shoes, my backpack and my umbrella?
I must go!
I must go to Salar Uyuni
I must go to Kon and to Pachakamack.
To be, a dead goat in that lake
To be salt, under rake
Chrystal as a jade
I must go as did the gurus of the Sikhs
Go as five come in one
A tailor, a barber, a carpenter
And a metal smith with a soldier
I must go and come back as
A watcher, a listener, an admirer,
And a devoted lover
Then be one and divide
Be the generous cloud with raindrops everywhere…
I must go…
I must go for Qashoq zani…
Where are my shoes?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 17, 2011

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