I never got to love the girl
she spreads wide her rainbow net
where the sky plunges on crystal river
tides swell to hide her shame
ebb to fill her bag of catch

I never got to love the girl
her hairs in the wind
my dreams spawn
a flower rising from the riverbed
she grants a love in my head
spreads wide her rainbow net
thru the long night of blue moonshine
her frock fills up with sparkling life

I never got to love the girl
could no way be the right match.

I will tell you a story about my friend Ben
Always rating my poetry with a perfect ten
One macho guy in our simple town
Last year, he takes home the Mr. Admirable crown

There's really something about my friend Ben
He really likes the journey of my talkative pen
He said its prettiness afar from the rose
Dancing gracefully while in paper leaving its ghost

Indeed I have a story about my friend Ben
Who reads my drafts again and again
Little I've realized that it's more than it seems to be
Until I've heard him saying "he loves me as me"

I've felt sorry then, for my long time friend Ben
The only poem I could dedicate to him
Was a poem for a friend

I will tell you a story about my friend Ben
He changed his name now
She called herself Jen


March 8, 2017
Mysterious Aries

Today I'll paint a house
in my drawing book
Jasmine wants to make love
There is the distance between the photo albums
Its sun was hot
She wants the hands squeezing her hot *******
A laughing child would be
missing in my white floral dress
I had reddish brown hair
and I didn't know
why the wind took away my red scarf ?!
Your eyes have sticker !!!
Please do not laugh at me
My ******* were not yours

من امروز
خانه ای را
در دفتر نقاشی هایم
...رنگ خواهم زد
یاسمن هم آغوشی می خواهد
میان آلبوم عکس ها فاصله اند
آفتابش گرم بود
دستانی می خواهد
سینه های گرمش را بفشارد
کودکی بخندد
در پیراهن سفید رنگ گل دارم
گم شود
موهایم خرمایی رنگ بود
و من نمی دانم
چرا باد روسری قرمز رنگ مرا
با خود می برد !؟
!!! چشمانت برچسب دارند
خواهش می کنم به من نخند
سینه هایم مال تو نبود

Bare feet is my natural daily state
(summer or winter)
so naturally I am always fascinated
by someone else's take on footwear.

I've a song many truthful
as a genre they run the gamut
from country sad to blues
to new york manhattan mainstream cool
the hot spots
no
I have a song many heartfelt
spoken as a tear fell out of
my eye had to stop singing
there for a min
yes  a song that sings to
christmas carols 364 days of the year
- chestnuts roasting on an open fire-
watching Breakfast at Tiffany's again singing
Moon River until cat
comes back
don't get me started
about Audrey,
or Linda Ronstadt in her day
I still have that song
it is long
not written down
but committed
to memory
and so many others

Railway sleeper
For a bed
With hollowed
Back buttocks
Heel and head:-

We like to think
Life precedes death

Why?

Does sleep precede
Awakening

Dream the real

Reality the ideal?

Before existence,
Prior
Existence a blow,
And afterthought
Of universal flow:-

Freight train coming

Lift torso from
Timber chamber
And move

Move on

Move
Sleep over
Exists first light

Then dawn