Live Like A Story Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Live like a story

Crooked like the ones we smoked
(North Nadhem Abad, Karachi,
Emptied tobacco, rubbed, cleaned and refilled
With Hashish)
Cigarette between lips was half burned.

Bony man on the bike, wore helmet
(An old and Hitler’s like) .

On his back a writing: “Live like a story.”

Behind him rode a bunch, uniformed
Five or six motor bikes
They wore: “Pan-Hellenic.”

No border to my thoughts:
“Are they like Hell’s Angels? ”

Busy with driving and thinking
I passed them in wonder.