Needle Guy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Needle guy

They were four and drunk
rate not same
all rushed and got seated and
they talked…

Words flames in stove
colourful and ballet
like the girls
Davidians and French

Also were similar
to girl of the Oakville, of birthday
young liars, seven passed nineteen
and drunk and passed out

she became an exposed
a view to my eye
all the way to her house
and was fun to be mouse.

“Was ready could do it in bathroom.”
“She wanted…begged for it…”
“Took my phone…”
“But god-damn needle guy.”

This is what comes out of
Night club
Man, woman, older, young.
All candles in the wind, alcohol.

“I made them the balloon.”
“Was juicy already…”
“Could lick it right there then.”
“And was rich and had a limousine.”

Took some time and needle did its work
Alcohol set them all
Into dark of darkness
Went silent…