A New Week Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A new week

Cabinet of toothpaste, tooth brush, razor and after shave
Puffy & sleepy is the face; yawning a morning with tear
Water is running, hands are lazy; hard to bear undone hair
Looking at the teeth in mirror, again working day, disaster

Lips
Taking forms, as male goat’s right after smelling own urine,
Teeth
Come to sight, look-alike of camel chewing seeds of cotton
Eyes
On their own, and brain, Marco Polo, borderless all around,
White
Lips and the mouth, with the paste and bubbles, like camels’
Caravans
Footprints on the dunes, long shadows of a dawn and a dusk
Wakes
After jets, curly hair, magic-girl in tower for prince, he climbs
Towel
To cover, to dry; comb the hair and cologne, new day to start