Of Thyself To Yourself Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of thyself to yourself

Most of times, not always,
-poverty is tied with literature.

For long I had not gone
-to visit the city, to downtown.

Today but
-took scissors, cut ribbon.

Sun was out
-it was hot…

On the way "Red Wheelbarrow, "
-took me to William Carlos!

Hen women,
-feathers, wings, spread
-tattooed-arms, tattooed-legs,
-and canvas on their chests,
-cleavages and breasts!

Wore T-shirt, light and tight
-man-killer, obvious in her walk
-with noodles on shoulders,
-…few were bra-less…

Plenty were obese
-many more, out of use!

Those on roads and sidewalks
-jobless ones, with guitars,
-also, panhandlers,
-each of them with an art
-hidden in, which surfaced
-when showing character
-in open, straight and honest
-behaving in action.

Too busy to think, care
-they played excellent
-natural-yet-unaware.

Wish had time, camera
-to set up tripod, let it run
-and record the life of…

Did not like those houses
-nor liked the high-rises
-out of which came some out
-to go walk, or to shop
-many holding a dog
-in the leash and muzzle…

I do not like living,
-no envy, no wishing
-for the life in city.
-Poor are men, women and
-children I pity! ! !

On Bloor, then, at night
-I steered and saw lights
-of the bars, restaurants.
-The girls wore rich makeups
-many walking, some on bikes.
-I recalled "Downtown! " of Ms. Clark.

Radio, in my car, played songs,
-two of them I did like
-the Cara's "Scars" and
-and the Colbie's, "Try"!

A poet, with my thoughts scattered
-listened to ads played.
- "Easy is to purchase, "
- (with machines that accept
-any card, credit and debit
-tap, swipe plastic…)

With such life in cities and the towns,
-people work round the clock
-to spend in blink of an eye!
-All are fooled, payed with like puppets,
-by the Fox and Facebook and Turner's,
-in handcuffs, brainwashed, and shackled!