I rarely write poems in Farsi. Somehow today, while at San Diego’s Timken Museum of Art and while taking in the beautiful European paintings on … Read more
Comment peut-on cacher…
… Read morecomment peut-on cacher
l’orgueil
le désir
le chagrin
la souffrance
le mépris
le sangsauf dans la musique
carrément confondue
de la parole humaine?comment
Her name is popcorn
… Read moreher name is popcorn
met her in the park
could not figure out
she’d lick me or barksome punks are friendly
some wear goth
Moonshine finds its way…
under a half-lit moon…
once prohibited
moonshine
finds its way
through the veins
of the uninhibited
mooning man
–shawnzahedi.com
This nearly empty tube of tooth paste
… Read morethis nearly empty tube of tooth paste
bugs me
need to throw it out
but can’tmy heart has memories
this relationship we had
squeeze
Tonight… I ran…
tonight
I ran
away
from cars & crowds
to the dead
empty streets
of Beverly Hills
… Read morebut I
could not run
away
from stars
Jouer dans la fôret des rêves…
… Read morejouer dans la fôret
des rêves…
l’enfance perdue
ou redécouvertela jolie fille
la souris séduisante
le garçon perdu
le lapin méchantbâiller mon nom
No planes, trains or automobiles
… Read moreno planes, trains or automobiles
no fancy trips or exotic sips
no packing, dragging or braggingjust my foot on ‘Urth’
and eyes to ‘Melrose’
Beam me up… to New Orleans
… Read moreToday…
I can do without rock
pop, trance or dance
but jazz
a withdrawal
my veins
can’t withstandScotty
beam me up
to New Orleans
A watershed moment… it was…
… Read morea watershed moment
it was
when my eyes
gazed deep
into my eyes
flickering fires
of life
they sawmemories and desires
vanished
in a
