Reza M  

Atlanta    1970 -   
Born in Iran, been living in the US since 1998

Poems

Apr 24

Man looked at his wife as they were passing the crowd in the airport. She was enthusiastically chatting and laughing with their friends. If it was not for her deep desperation to have a baby, and her frustration with all their unsuccessful attempts at it, he could swear she is the happiest woman in the world.

Their friends, , a young couple from their home country, were also on their way back home for a short visit.Initially, they were going to change their flights in the airport. Their next flight was delayed, however, and now they had to spend the night in the city. Their friends had decided to stay in the city a couple of days and attend a wedding. He knew that his wife wanted to go to the wedding too, but they were not invited.

They all shared a cab to a nearby hotel and casino. As they walked up to the reception desk, he grew more and more paranoid about giving their personal information and credit card to the receptionist. He pretended that they were looking for a jazz club in that area. His wife and their friends were puzzled but they did not say anything. As they were leaving the hotel, he realized that their friends needed to stay somewhere for a couple of nights and were willing to get a room and share. But it was too late: they said goodbye and separated.

The next morning the two of them decided to walk in the city and do some sightseeing. They soon found empty streets and a city that looked like it was hit by a disease. The man felt more and more uncomfortable and wish they had known where their friends had stayed. At noon, he suddenly remembered that they were supposed to take a morning flight. Surprisingly, he did not feel any urgency. He continued walking the empty streets but his wife went back to the hotel. At night, he was even more surprised to see that his wife was pregnant, almost nine month.

Next morning, the man went out alone. The city had become a war zone. Tanks and militants were roaming around everywhere. In a few instances, he had to escape some of them who were trying to arrest him, and even got into a fight. He went back home in the evening to find out that his wife had delivered the baby.

As he was watching his wife carrying the baby around and kissing the baby passionately, he suddenly realized what was going on. They were dead. That would explain all the strange things that had happened in the past couple of days. The man suddenly felt a deep comfort from solving the puzzle. He could almost feel an excitement, similar to that time, a few years back, when he accidentally hit a man on the street while driving and almost killed him.

Satisfied with his discovery, he looked up and watched his wife playing with the baby. What an irony, he thought. She looked so happy and peaceful. He could break the news to her later.

Wrote this story on 2008-10-25 based on a dream I had. Some of my dreams have strangely complicated and fascinating story lines. I cannot write such stories when I am awake!
Feb 23

Let's dig our souls
for something humane
burn them in middle
and dance around the ashes
to the cracking sound of a dying fire
dancing like crazies
like those in love

Shadows are getting longer,
a big one hanging over,
waiting for the right moment
but we dance like crazies
like those in love

Sky is turning dark blue
let's add old memories
to the fire
in new flames
I see my mother
telling me to pull it together
and we dance like crazies
like those in love

Our bodies feel hotter
as we close our circle
the pain of burning flesh
the dark pleasure of termination
we dance in fire
like crazies
like those in love

A breeze drifts our ashes
we swirl,
up and down
dancing in the air
like crazies
like those had been in love

Friday, 8/13/2008
An old one, written in June 2008. I realize it's not a good poem, but I am so fond of its dark and disturbing images that could not let go of it :)
Aug 4, 2012

The insight came later
once the rain started pouring
and the black lady in skirt and high heels
took off her shoes

She could not hear me thinking
how magnificent she was
running barefoot
on the wet concrete
of the empty street

Out of reach
out of control
as life flourishes
in the fullness of
an unexpected moment

Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Jul 23, 2012

How can you tell her,
''I love you!''
when you don't know
what love is?
How can you tell her,
''I want to see you!''
when you don't know
if you want to see her
or you are escaping
the frightening void within?

So you take the bottle
and empty all pills
on your palm.
It's the perfect time:
She won't be back any time soon
and you have enough time
to finish things clean
and you ask yourself,
''Do I want to do this?''
over and over
and hear no response
so you put the pills back
in the bottle
and think
''I do not even have the courage
to do this!''

And you decide to go to Java Monkey,
Sunday evening is the poetry night,
and you tell yourself
I am going to smoke
and finish every cigarette
on my skin.
Oh Lord!
How much I need the Lord
or anything
to that effect

They recite poems
and you float in your dreams
or rather nightmares
thousands of miles away
from anything
that can be characterized
as enjoyment.
Yeah, I am enjoying
my fucking life
mang!

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Mang&defid=6427796
Mang:
A male that acts like a Fag, Faggot, Queer and/or Fairy.
Derived from the latin term Mangina.

Sunday, July 22, 2012
Jul 8, 2012

Over there
toilets are,
essentially,
holes in the ground
decorated and sometimes modernized
and you sit on them
feeling a lot of pressure
on your knees
and it's hard to imagine
that one can masturbate
in such an uncomfortable position
But it can be done ...

I want to forget ...

Sunday, July 08, 2012
Jun 2, 2012

Today was a good day,
as good as any,
to walk in the park,
to touch and be touched,
to sniff and be sniffed,
and to leave unfulfilled

Today was a good day,
as good as any,
to take a nap in the afternoon
and then wake up
with a dull pain in the chest
and the feeling of missing someone
to the point of madness

Tonight was a good night,
as good as any,
to shed tears in the movie theater
for a gay old man
who betrayed his lover
only to find out
years later
that he had deserted himself

Tonight is a good night,
as good as any,
to say the final goodbye

Friday, June 01, 2012
May 20, 2012

If I leave,
       it's not a reflection
                 on who you are:
The time has come.

Sunday, May 20, 2012
Apr 12, 2012

When it's time to say goodbye
I will miss my dad the most
because I never found the courage
to tell him how much I love him

I' ll ask for their forgiveness,
in my thoughts, and
will tell them that I am tired,
very tired,
that I need to sleep
for a very very long time.

Monday, February 20, 2012
I slept for an hour after writing the above poem, not a very very long time, and then played an hour of tennis. I felt much better after that, and then I called my dad and told him how much I love him, and forced him to tell me that he loves me :) This item is off my list.
Mar 23, 2012

Beyond depression there is a land
where death is the only magic
and sky is painted in black regrets
rivers of sorrow have long disappeared
in hot winds of resent
and faceless creatures crawl
in shadows of loneliness
desperation echos fill the void
and happy memories cut
deep into my rotten soul

Thursday, March 22, 2012
Mar 23, 2012

"Where is the butterfly?"
The heavy, bold, black man
throws off his hat
shaking and panting

I stare in disgust
at a sweat line traveling
the hardened vein on his skull
"You've got to shed some weight!"

Thursday, March 15, 2012
Mar 16, 2012

Everything's alright, I say
in my most reassuring tone.
Then I let go of her hand
and look out the window
of the 24 hour diner

A deserted street,
an empty parking lot,
rows of gas pumps,
and a red neon sign,
Miller Lite

She shakes her head
says in the slightest voice
Happiness is a solitude, a mountain top
once you reach there
nowhere to go, but to descend

Thursday, March 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012

Floating seaweeds
in a miso soup
my heart grows
and I find patience
near the bottom

Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Mar 11, 2012

My thoughts are running wild
but they cannot go anywhere
because those fishermen have spread their nets
all over my mind
catching them
roasting them on fire
and curing them in salt
for their long winters
and it's too late when they discover
they are feasting on poisonous thoughts

Saturday, March 10, 2012
Aug 4, 2011

We had a date,
not long ago
Remember?

But in those last minutes,
I couldn't bear your shadow
growing over the valley

And I spoke

Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Aug 4, 2011

Oh, father
where were you?
when I
with a broken back
and tearful eyes
crawled in shame

The boys were laughing

Inspired by "Tree of Life"
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Aug 3, 2011

Everyone knows
signs change direction
when you talk about 'em

So, baby,
no talk for me,
anymore

Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Aug 3, 2011

On this torturous ride
with all the random signs
that point to something scary

Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Jul 14, 2011

To the one who is deaf:

The circle is not perfect
twists and turns
keeps going down

Sluggish feet
sigh in relief
feeling the edge

legs shaking
head turning
eyes wide shut
shower in the darkness

Voices of anguish
wrestle in sweat
the dominant whisper
sings from the bottom
Jump ...  Jump ...

Body leans forward
seeking terminal pleasure
of a weightless moment
JUMP!

Jul 9, 2011

I divorced words
and with them
all I once loved
left behind

Jun 17, 2011

Riding an elevator
with a young Asian girl,
she looks so happy.
So I ask her.
"I found a good Korean restaurant today."

Wednesday, June 15, 2011
 
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