Brad Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Brad

His look page
(The book of Iliad)
Odysseus on his tongue

"You stay"
Calypso's offered
"And become immortal"

Brad talks
Of two wars
Of corrupts all around
Of his plane
Of a dog that he lost
Of reverse the word dog
Of his birth
From then on
New birth, second one

A hunchback
But not in Notre Dom
Of falling from the heights,

"I was rich and pilot
Had my twin airplane..."
His sister a mental, he's in charge.
"Mother died; then divorce"

I am sure
We are all stories
We make the history
But the ink and the page
Need some hands, hands to write

I sit like Eskimo
My tepee, smoke's on
Waves in sea, desert's dunes
Whales ashore, fish escapes, no sardine
Snakes crawl, scorpion, sun's shining, a mirage