Partner In Crime Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Partner in crime

-raised with the poetry
-because; just simply
-being born in Iran
-to Persian language

Persian is poetic
-hear the streets
-all poets and sweet

-was also raised faithful
-was trained to be good
-help others, be honest
-was trained to feel taste
-of abuse, swearing and lying

-I saw dad working hard
-with that he could feed us
-saw our mom respect dad
And
-she had key to life
-heard them read and speak
-saw them do…

I was lit…

I was taught honesty
-trained to absorb pain; share the joy…

Metaphorically two angels on shoulders
-observed me, reporting good and bad…

As a jar is filled I
-heard them say:
- -the egg thief becomes a camel thief
- -on camel and bending?
- - - - - Is not Wise- - - -

And
And
And

Now…selfish…
I write of me, myself!

Stupid!
Who am I?
What am I?

Even the sun, Earth and galaxies
Even the vastness of other things
Seem as dots in the world we live in…

Saying I…?
Stupid!

A look at naked wall
That bare thing in front
-in detail, for long time
-watching moon and the sun
-in orbit, going round…
-and chatting with the leaves
-germinate and fall down

Beauty
-pollinate, grow, die…

Saying I…?
Stupid!

Read Martin Luther's write
-hung on the church's door
Read deeply; then Lincoln
And black Luther King

And Gandhi

And all the
Prophets
-claimed to have lived, been…

All come with problems
A sort of deficiency
-if not more

Lincoln is great to the blacks
No talk of him among Indians
-brutal Genocide; bloodshed,
-inhumane!

Did he serve children of slaves?
Was this done of kind heart?
Or he had no way but…?
-cheating them to go fight?

Did I not see the same everywhere?
Did I not cry in El Chaco?

I saw gas and the oil
-Royal Shell, Rockefeller's Standard
-their warlords a German and French

On both sides…

And locals?
-were killed in cold blood,
-Indians promised
- - be free, equal…
Best dream to die for! ! !

Did I not collect their bullets and the clays?
There, sometime, will be oil and the gas from dead! ! !

For days worked long nights
-on a film by someone
-I see him as artist.

But also; possibly
Abuser, selfish and greedy!

Have tears in my eyes
I must shed them out…
This man too two-sided
-an artist with pixels
-is moon, sun, two faces.

I helped him…

The hero of his film
Criminal of the past, now victim
His death is gradual…
Murderer ASL!
On his own cannot walk
Is in need…

The artist dragged him into cold of the day
-and ignored his taking medicines.

-you
I told the artist
-talk nicely
Then stopped with anger
-yet have no humanity…

We
All
Worked for free

This movie
-if ever finished, seen
-is day-night
-in same world
-yet apart
-One side warm and has light
-other cold as seabed
-and hidden from eyes…

Meant to take all SDs and HDs
Wanted to make a large bonfire
Let them burn like phoenix
Let life hide in the ash…

Instead
-like other simple minds
Hit the sack at four or…
To force me out of it
In morning
Around nine
Dead tired I got up
-under loads of the dark
-of the thoughts…