Paper Birds Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Paper Birds

Fly birds in the dark
-dawn and dusk
My papers smell musk
-half erect remind tusk
Both have wings and feathers
-well-shaped and all colours
Birds' with life
-mine notes, lines
Somewhere I, seek help to
-get rid of my dress
-to my bones
-and shred my clothes
-throw them in the bin
-to burn them in flame
-want past to vanish and disappear.
Nothing lasts; loss or gain
-except for memories and their pains.
I want to
-smuggle
-cross lines and borders
-all of them illegal
-live amongst, be one of
-the lords and the sellers
-of drugs…and the guns, vagina…
-in honey dip my tongue
-gild with promise and life's lies!
Feel tired of being customer
-for above have to pay!
For honest it hurts to
-hear word: "Smuggled! ! ! "
But fact is volcano
-it boils, burns and spits,
- pukes the memories, history!
Was obsessed with questions
-with my life I have paid.
-never got right answer!
Bursts head in my hands
-while reading articles:
-"Saudis' lust place by Mecca…"
-"for sale are smuggled…Iran's girls, and women! "