Off Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Off

Today I am in jail
Within walls like brain
In dark room of the head
No one is expected…

Therefore, I will remain
Words' closest friend.

Today is the first day
After his impeachment
But Trump is shameless,
Laughs loud, at podium:
"So, this is impeachment? "

I roam in the whorehouse
See experts, older ones
That work as johns, Madams;
Sell flesh, cheat the young:
"Yes, I am, and so, what? "

Took yogurt in a bowl
Emptied for a game
In flat, large plate
Saw it go like flood;
Its movement depends on
Thickness and location…

Act childish and tell me:
"Let's become crazy,
Put words on screen;
And call them a poem! "

Now stand in washroom
And watch me in mirror
No one there but myself.

And I think of inserts
That we shoot for movies;
Leave aside but with care
To use for transition
And fooling audience.

Am I, too, a thief in politics?
Don't we, both, fool others?