The Ikea Life Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The IKEA life

This is follow up of the same place
-I guess I must say, I feel too blessed
-there saw woman in clown's cloak
-crooked forehead and looks in her face
-revealing her thoughts…
-as well as woman who was in Hijab…

It is a circus and has magic scenes…

Four-floored building,
-as if the bees' hives
-or the homeless ants
-which I faced and filmed
-many doors, windows
-I go and visit behind all the walls
-read each, everyone as if a poem
-I read them by turning the pages
-sometimes with people
-always ways of lives
-messy; neat, rich, poor
-single, couple, crew

Enjoy my tour as did the Walt-Disney's
-the kitchens, bathrooms
-the curtains, bedrooms
-IKEA-style: "robotic; modern! "
-tennis shoes, weight, dart
-speak of sports
-high heel and skirts
-purses forgotten
-or apron hanging…
-womanish, cooking…
-Rough-look, bicycles, open other gates…

I tell stories, they are good topics…

Not only work there to help a friend,
-that also tour, learn,
-use hand for working; I need practice
-offered by doctor as a must and need
-for poet, writer, tons of stories…