Terror

From far away                        you bury your father

wipe your mother’s tears        from far away

in a café where you can ambush loneliness

you chat with a weeping house

video call from afar

Mother            three steps above everything like a moon                 is up there

kissing Mahsa (moonface)

goes after Mahtab (moonlight)

and yet her demeanour which carries a headache

is the execution of my placeholder

in the the arms of a few women

In a banned house

they’re all coming

like I have left

            I’m in deep sorrow

this sorrow of my words

in Langrude

at the foot of a bridge that’s more a stallion than running

                        they killed my father

they killed my father

                        but

                        only in Langrude

otherwise each year someone’s

                        leaving, breaking away

Friday is a bleak house that was massacred

and the family, the Iran which was executed at home

since we chanced out of the loins of Eve

and Adam became man’s exclusive pa

we put Jesus in the Church

so the hero so hidden in women’s loins

            would manifest instantly

to send death

            that’s ahead of the horse

                        far from the house

At the foot of the bridge that so lacks a father

            as Jesus son of Merry

I was so walking in myself

            as to put my town to shame

Not so shamelessly as Juda

to unleash wolves to kill the father

I should keep quiet

            so the rabid dog won’t wake

and bark and bark in the house

and the blood letter lurking in female loins

won’t get the chance

            to cut a wound in the morning

now that the horse is the principle

and death        the bailiff

with the sorry state of my eyes

that make a small sea for the frog to swim

what do I do if I don’t risk

no longer will few extra throats harbour such a lump that makes a necklace to my throat

death

            is sat squatting in my sorrow

the knife can no longer help my life

the bottle is so full

            that any longer has no wine

and the wound that has a depth of ruin

is so effective

that blood is random walking through my drunken veins

the one who was my pa

the big baba

the  friend on road

the one seen

            jamming with me

I was left alone

Am alone

            by my J’s

am alone

            by my J’s

more alone

            by my J’s

                        more than ever

This alley is more for the job than a knife

            this house from the arm

this pain

            will last another man

this man

            will rise in another place

the road’s father is from either side

and death        that is life’s destination

                        is the services café along the way

It has a lantern

            but it’s dark

has bitter tea   in narrow waisted cup

but sweet

like a lament spilling off the call of lovers

A Ashura band of chest-beaters         this side of the way

singing            oh my Hosein             oh my Hosein

A band of chest beaters                      that side of the alley

Oh my standard bearer’s stature        where art thou?

Like a nation bequeathed of Imam Hosein

            a home town is left behind

from a little house

at the end of a road

in a remote place left behind

A nation that put to fire its country like a match

slayed the bedstead

and morphed the spouse to a sea

Long live the wind that was but late

Long live the desert that has no sea

and mother

       mother

    a mother who can no longer

            pin her lips onto my cheeks

The road has a journey on either side

and me            a half torn hyman       a half torn hymn of Sohrab on the wedding night

I haven’t shed the father’s blood to come true

I’m whiling death’s remit

like a shoe with laces  untied

I’m such a lout

that could for the killer

who has a stocky stature

turn my thumb to a spade

you say Ouch!

And be careful

god is great     hallelujah

father is not dead  hallelujah

and love

like a recipe with water’s flesh           against the mince with the face of a cow      is all ready

Mary is not anti magdalin

Leila is not anti love

 and La Elaha Ella Love

            is a hailing

                        that has a son from tomorrow’s

the alley in each house is the father

and for pa

            a nurse

            that is privately

and a rice paddy         which can’t be sold without my signature

I am heir to your wound father

what have I to do with your garden

give your assets to your brother

and your son in law who sleeps with the most sisterly god

            enjoying his time

I’m like a brigade who’s lost a country

my base is lost, no longer to be found

I’m gone like a sunrise after sunset mother

at least sweep the clouds off the mountain of Karbala ¹

plow the snow weighing down on my roof

don’t cry

just your being there for me to look into your eyes

is still more than enough

the fact that you kept saying God is Great aloud as I misbehaved while you were praying and now that God is Great keeps bugging your life

God is Great

Cradled in the sunset going down the slope of Thursday

Halva again

why don’t you donate the dates again?

Oh my lord

The half finished painting of my wedding night

and I’m such a lout

that cannot help being a fathered child

I’ve even forced my Sunday to go to church

to sit next to Marge somewhere along the isle

and constantly

to wink at Mahsa who is a female Jesus

I’m no longer the person that I was

I have no time

and when ever I have no time is the (right) time

I am no longer a man  who is no longer like Adam

if you are

just say Ouch!

Death to the Dictator

Hey Mr, Master, Sir, Supreme Leader,  

                                    After the last comma      Come on!

                                     Put a full stop!

From the moment’s roof top

Today’s crying Death to the Ruthless

Tomorrow’s its witness

Don’t fire on unarmed loneliness

All folks have spilt to the street which leads to the sea

See!

The water that’s flowed

Won’t return to the river

Why fire on protesters?

Their bloody palms are waving to your hammer which is coming down

Watch!

Which is your mother?    Brother?    Sister?

Dear Mr, Sir, Supreme Leader

Hey whoremaster!

Facing you

           The question mark that’s whying

                                                          Is the comer!

So sermon of society

Should childhood be left to itself    adulthood it won’t become

mother’s foot in the door                 and society becomes

Society’s a road                                self contained could not

ride over the humps

On the waterfront    a foetus alone ninth month expires

out through the door that appears    in darkness   comes

good and bad labels won’t kiss  his temple

cause he’s both                                 and neither

I’m good!       How?!                        I’m bad?!        I’m both

and both means one

one that neither is

Grew up on my own consciousness

a bridge on thoughts that surround all around me

come a witness to bear witness......

Ma Ma on a way        ma Pa the other

and each ma da[rling]            who came       said this way

Still the same junction                        you-less nowhere there

can ear each syllable and not ‘ear

Eyeing the surround all around and              seeing not

Me am not a train that on the rails keeps       coming and going

Am river!         riving         my own womb         society’s there!

Hate ma gooddeeds so bad I pretend others....

You plain door I’m looking for in darkness

that follows me in darkness till which noon? I’ve reached

ma black and stiff suite of life to me stark nakedness              not a bad fit!

thirty years of this road end to end I rived to myself

I was the road, ungoable, and dying this unbelievable

that anywhere on earth is stalking where isn’t stalking superb?

The Cowards! Opening like a door unearthing the tombstone

Disgusted by how much the cheerers

jeered the wind, in ecstasy wind, airing open!

I wish I hadn’t told them!

That is             when someone dies     they say

in foreign house          in foreign land            them’s innocence

them Iraniene  like me!

life       alone in stiff suites they put on           well turned out!   like me

come we down and this very now       up in the same wings

our aimless flappings  asleep  and dreaming(s)

knowing everyone from each other

unknowing who we are           Who?!

People try but won’t happen when they say Nay! Yes, they leave a bit for yeah

No’s ill fitting suite they wear,            some joined the décor some wuthering some nothing!

wherein the heart something’s passed by, thought says accept!         World echoes their nos

Butting god though!!! they split the two and don’t know that both means one!

forget the one... which doesn’t exist!?

like a wave visiting the shore to come back, mesmerised by greatness this sea!

            Ebb and flow

of tide in the womb foetus swimming nine moons! The Moon’s no human being!

riven mad the sea, mothers

pregnant craving salt, why’s the beauty of the moon?

No one asks!!!

riding their plains, they think of little boats! A thought of what to do

they haven’t got, how to be-have they do, they moan!

Should the road bend the cars hoot   Hoooooooooot!

Ask not?

I mean the wall which Hegel bore high, was of Hegel’s straw

we don’t live              we toy disaster

Have no money!

Courage!         When we ask someone in a taxi for town hall?!       we have not!

Begotten Elders of a village in progress!!!

Oil!?    As much as you wish!   `People?!      Little pilgrim!

 This land knows a lot of no news? 

Prophets suddenly ended      man alone! And life’s story, everyone writes the way they want not. No map in hand! Mankind has no address!

No one reaches themselves coming towards them who is not! Consciousness is of un

knowing,         who knows is a dust bin         who doesn’t, ha’swallowed the trash!

Wuthering       outside of self locking doors

inside is under siege of a selfless nothing     that means everything!

A hand opens its tombstone

that’s caught in another’s door

in yourselves   this heaven      must run!        and see!

Heavy traffic              cars in a rage               fuuuuuuuumes!

Them’s callin’ Leili!

The earth’s soiled, Leili’s many! Wears love on his head      mates her         no thought on his head         not may be even love! The same paper crumpled tissues that am throwing in the bin!

We don’t kiss! Just bring close the lips don’t fall in each others arms

all in our arms    just holdings ...

practising this game    life killings!

The fellow came to my house one night looked to find him so sly! Would say one thing do another! So surreptitiously  he arrived at himself that of his self was hidden...

My girl! I introduce my boy!

My wedded wife this lady  This is mine!   and that...!

No one is ours         they self belong

for a moment Christian      a moment Muslim   Jewish    or Buddhist they are

                                   ‘cause they’re none of these

A fugitive from the world selfishly

hunkering in the temple    wrestling with fear

fear means   dizzy again in giddy

Giddy am!

Responsible for what I write am not, you reading this committed me are!

I’m listening to you while eavesdropping on myself

why do you call the guy walking in himself bad?

The world has welcomed him!

Who are you to say...?

When a guy comes in, side doors say welcome

Why you...?!

We’ve skimmed the cream of waves off the sea front     we’re at war       with whom?!

engaging the way at the heels           an if war ends

we remake masses of if                    from what?!

ever-ready to defend                                     scheming to attack

each moment we are                        till when?!

the ones who hover self walk have no step

the road is ambiguous                        (Tathagata!)

wish you to followed’em       don’t ask where?        (Tao!)

many are steps ahead   Them’s not ahead     Them’s lost?

They paid the guy pausing at the door of Paradise: Please come in!

                He said: No, the children are coming

                               No they aren’t!           They say where?

Here    you outlaw wine

They promise somewhere a fairy is serving wine       where?

you won’t open the door        they throw the fairy to some far....

The newborn when he fell in the tray shrieked his cry drawn on high

up to teenage reached and continued his cry so it grew and grew

you’re getting old won’t give up?

you jump at each scream that passes by your alley   where?

the foetal pose of ‘g’ in strings of thought    any lower?!

Stop the alleys!                      No!      They grow human beings

should I be born anew with no choice, before the midwife slaps my footholes

to cry and crying  I won’t let them put dot dot dot instead of what  I’d love to tell you!

I has one letter                       and you has three

why not break up?

Alley is not against alley

That which says That I am

The tongue has a quiet in the mouth if it’s stretched its deft hand out

I say again      torn up lots     sewn little!

Enemies?!       we mass produce        friends few!

We’ve sold today   so tomorrow’s sahib suddenly arrives   for what?  chasing whom?

Always much later     much later than later!

No good!

Lying on our back in the toes of our foes unconscious  the thieves arrive

what’s doing what here?

taken off   on holiday perhaps      a few centuries of solitude        

to this life       this alley this attic      never knowingly coming or going

still not in the arena but

the arena called in on house visit

eye-gouging             cutthroat disemboweller

so our corpse won’t bloat and float

I’m bloated! My words are on the tip of every tongue! As they stuck out their tongue at mine they became my wife! Verbs seduced my words, they don’t know writing is a fear! A fear of I know not what to do! I am the poet of grandissimo contradictions! Not for or against society just beyond the thing!

I’m busy directing the girlhood of a poem that one day will disembark from house to house...

I’m in love with ruddy cheeks and .... slapped in the face-cum-no-one like pretty to take my hand for herself?

As many gods as many have this land has skies                    a have-not!

And may the meaning of Lady be raising this up?

Gentlemen! Never raised my hand  for one  on anyone!

I’m one of those rare fickle types who prowl around the differences of questions!

I’m the difference between the differences of the world!

A bridge on thoughts that surround all around me

and sometimes I think, thought is a stone that from a distance is thrown towards me

become the landlord of homeless thoughts    director missing!

director means the man whose recalls                        I have!

Should I wish to die I must live I know, but should I die who will bear all this solitude, who?

Tonight my bedroom light won’t go on no one knows why!?

looking at the picture of someone who wants to sneeze        they won’t let it                       who?

in reverse of me this picture is looking for the landlord         I wasn’t there?

Didn’t want to withhold wanted to catch it AT CHEewW!

The other night had the air of getting kicked I had called her name it was the wind’s fault! It threw my voice two three meters over till it got in the ear of the girl who came back instead:

Ha! I’ve changed a lot, no!?

was real crass!

Alone  she was so alone that even a tramp wouldn’t travel with her                      I did!

she was a support       I was leaning on a vacuum!

us two ever     so in love        love we didn’t understand     means erect!

and be butchered

I didn’t understand    I was with you                       you not there"

just two bedraggled eyes endeavoured your picture

just two hands of nights have stretched to the skies

and yes  good no        bestowed me lot to  good god

Getting old my boy    where’s your hair!?

I forgot it at the bazaar, Tehran-like people were dizzy like Tehran on a Saturday

whose Sunday was the disgusted reason of weekdays, in trance one night I transited to the day when I saw you here, when I returned you weren’t like pretty, and my hands caught in your warm embrace I forgot to take off!

Into the other that hard slapped my ear I ran, and happened upon a girl arriving like pretty

My fresh Leila

like a leech

on my right arm

is etched on my identity card

and whichever exam she passed    marked F!

but for the ivy climbing  ivy the house façade had no hand

wouldn’t come up my street

We’d go to her house, the street and I!

A lit window   up there        fallen on high

that night      tomorrow      coughing in South West      wouldn’t come

scalping redskins tacked on carry attack a tack

My spouse was shut          bathed and showered inside my heart      she left!

A pair of hands knotted round my waist she badly forgot to take off  she left!

she no longer came round   even if the house went round a lot gone   not gone!

There           the sun         had risen to the sky

Tuesday was on the table

in here          from behind the window     she was prodding their house!

Could hear the vacuum cleaner everywhere!

No show!      and her mother showed up and cleaned our house!

Leaves on high    tremblings             roots in the deep creepings

Freud in depth     shovings

Jung yin and yang renderings

motherings, not lovings but upbringings and spewings  bringing the children up one by one! Ach so roof tops            baskings!

twice prostrate     don’t know shame, had taken Pa   out of the house one day to return a warm baker!

in through the window came an unbounded hand!    lounged around, came to my bedroom, let go she’s not there! what a senseless grapple with myself have I to become human?   Is it compulsory? won’t become one!

standing alone everywhere                              Pa has grown up  Ma... Hey Mr!    Have you not seen our house!?

should look so I won’t forget listen to this roundabout, the mortar bridge and the fishmongers who sold a youth to Tehran.  Should say hi to the motor rickshaw so ma Ma won’t lose ma Pa! to these people going home in their espadrilles looking askance at me one should...     How do I look?

in my apartment,  myself! a tide of tourists promenading, I have to enter the No Entry! visit the back market, ask the price of mackerel  to price the price! So like, like always one must be like everyone like tired I am  like always of everyone. I have to            in a town that forbids offence   offend!

I have to thigh into the Shrine of Ali!

Salaam to Ali resident La Elaha el Allah me resident La Elaha el Allah O residents of La Elaha el Allah, Me La Elaha el Allah    La...La!

My voice is warmed by your ear! Anyone who forgets me will abolish you! Me called after this and that! Am not! It’s just to trick the world. These thoughts are all guests in me. The previous and the next poems live! They must go so I tend meself if you want I’ll have nothing to do with you if not I’ll follow you around, I’ve anchored in Anchorage so me Pa can finish this fake

When I arrived I told me Ma I had a dream last night she brought me tea            my dream came true!

Had arrived at a simple door that I’m looking for in the dark that followed me in the dark till when...?!

                I came back!

In the street the hooting was continuous. In my right pocket hearing was deaf. Sudden screech of brakes, purchased a pedestrian, and shoved it in his trouser pocket and I’m conked drunk  on the bar counter! On this same pound note           put a plaster on my brow  Blood                 won’t stop!

I have drop by drop from me dripping          and have not      

My tomorrow’s lost in the week Sunday bored Monday beat Tuesday Sun Moon Mars wed on red nose day guide to underworld, fifth day Guru prostrates   numbered days marching  snails      involuting in nothing!

NOTHING MEANS EVERYTHING

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