Micro Poems 2

by Soodabeh (April)

a junkie leans
against the subway's fence
repeating "You filthy B*"
The security
took his filthy F* corpus

You won't reach
the top of humanity hill
you feel
the people's unseen pains
and wipe up
the invisible tears


Scientists say:
is a state of matter"
But I think
the conscious poems
have been written

If your name
was erased quickly
by the first snow,
you would carve it
next spring
on the memory
of this old oak

Micro Poems 2 by Soodabeh (April)

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