The Hook Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Hook

In times, I choose a bench
-in a park, mall, roadside
-let the eyes be the boss
-to brain, and my thoughts
-and every, each of parts…

They play the trick
-in goblet pour drink
-then dizzy and drunk
-silently, sit and watch.

Among what I observe
-are women and the girls.

I measure size, actions
-each, every direction.

Women are flowers
-they vary by the day
-like the buds, blossom,
-mature fast, fade are gone.

Yet in while that eyes see
-they are rich as is sea…

A range of cliffs and
-Corals, and many fish.

Exiting from shops
-look at them walk around
-with their bags that design
-left elbow and left arm.

They carry their purchase
-on the left, thin and long,
-fleshless, boney arm,
-that works as right angle!

Oh, women, what are they
-I am lost and wonder;
-Mercury? Or iron?