My Iranian Film Class and Other Poems
These are a handful of poems that I wrote so yeah whatever
My Iranian Film Class
My favorite class I ever took was called
Iranian Film and it’s Filmmakers, or
something like that. My classmates and I
turned into cows and rugs and oceans and vampires and taxi drivers and celebrity impersonators and lovers and. The movies
are so different from Hollywood, so
different from New York, and so different
from my childhood bedroom.
O their food and their quirks. I've
watched five different Tahdig tutorials,
I cook it on my birthday, with real saffron.
New ways to love. To love your friends, not just
love them but love them. To forgive your enemies, and
feed them. To be arrested for
making films and to never stop making them.
Who are we but artists? Who are you and I but
children?
The Black Meditation
Swimming through the lights
I saw as a child with thumbs
pressed hard against my
frightened eyes, foreshadowing
the journey.
I'm not convinced I can return,
although, who can say why the
alphabet backwards is?
Knowing is the only battle, knowing
will ruin it; the sex is in the delusions
of the romantic, not
the treasure chest.
A poet with the same name as me
who looks a lot like me, in fact, he
looks identical to me despite what looks
like a tattoo of a red hammer
on his forehead. Although it's not a
hammer. It's a saxophone. The Poet
A poet with a tattoo of a red saxophone
which looks a lot like a hammer speaks:
"The poet is a fool whomst poetry is
constantly thought and shat out,"
and thus, an untitled poem is written:Untitled Poem #8,097
The poet is
a fool whomst
poetry is constantly
thought and shat out.Fucking Pencils There are pencils everywhere and I cannot escape them no matter how hard I try. The pencils are regenerative like a hydra; if I break one (snap!) right in half, led grows from the side with the eraser and an eraser grows from the side with the led. There are pencils fucking everywhere! Pencils fucking, now that would be a whole new set of problems because then I would surely have to worry about pencil pregnancies, then pencil pubescents (which, god forbid, may include pencil puberty). Then THOSE pencils will fuck each other and become even more pencils. SO, allow me to rephrase: There are fucking pencils everywhere! Well, now, I suppose a fucking pencil could still fuck another pencil, and, more shockingly, this may propose that the fucking pencil can fuck anything it wants, like a dog that won't stop humping a leg, you call that a fucking dog, it just wants to keep on fucking.
