Wandering Wonder Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wandering wonder

I wonder what dream
Is, has been or can be.

I have waxed my ears
To Freud's stories
And to useless science.

Never fall for psychics'
Excessive fantasies!

Am always wondering
And with it wandering
In mountains, galaxies…

What is soul, spirit?
What is use of living?

Why bury? Cremate?
Why should I read or learn?
What is use of research?

Why a man and woman
With plans, unaware,
Get laid with some motions,
Add to kids' troubles?

I wonder and wander:
"Why the hell? What the hell? "

When I was half asleep
In my bed, had dream
In an early morning
Or a dawn, possibly.

Together were three
My Ex, me, and cousin.

To pray? Pretend?
I acted Islamic
By washing hands and face
And Ex wore veil on head.

The water came from a paper
She watched and complained
Inside me felt anger:
"How can you? Why the hell? "

Then the talk went further,
Somebody required
Methane gas cylinder!

I answered:
"Not by air! "
"No; never! "

Then firmly insisted:
"Am pilot, know better."

Tell Freud: "Go to hell, "
This was not in my mind,
Disconnected were parts.

Do not talk of science,
Is nothing but nonsense!

Charles Darwin is B.S.
He tells us things evolve:
"Powerful always wins
And remains as most fit…"

Priests are even worse
They preach wind, breeze:
"God made us in six days,
Adam first, Eve second,
From rib, he made her! "

None of them is correct
Wish I had right answer.

Feel being in war zone,
Interior fights exterior,
Ask questions from all,
Am never satisfied
With their baseless replies!