Ulysses Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ulysses



Ulysses

As an ant in the sea
(On faded dying leaf)
Lost, I am, I am, I am

Vertigo, illusion, confused for long
I have been of the name
Why is so, why, why, why?

I got her very cheap
As a whores in Berlin
Drinking with singing and dancing

She's been cold
No invite, complaining
Till blink, "You want me? "

"Leslie"
I told my prof
"I want her, she is mine."

Turned to me
I'm talking of Leslie.
"It is hard, for us all, even I"
Then she searched for the lead.

In my mind was the goat
Wet beard; felt hunter
"What is this, in mountain, all dry? "
He hunted animals to misguide
He looked for treasure; a hunter.
Dead prey led the way
Wet beard of a pond, on a cave
Mesopotamia Civilized by blood for blood.

Ulysses is my her and my whore
Confused, vertigo, and dizzy, lost I am
I am ant on a leaf in the sea
Treasures, history are hunted; exploit.

Sunday, August 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: literature
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