Saturday, February 27, 2010

Weed

They all do the same things
over and over
and over again;
with a bit of change in the colour
of the flowers they pick for Valentine,
and a bit of change in the pattern
of the shirt underneath their suit;

they change their manifesto but
turn out to have the same goals:
You! Hey! In the corner,
you should come out, join the crowd
and enjoy your lonely alcohol late at night in the bar,
and, damn it, where are your friends, fellow?

Join our club, we have an 'ist' at the end of our name,
we're the hot topic they all talk about;
you, you who are sitting there alone sipping coffee,
does anyone ever talk about 'you' too?

They have their twists in fate and some
even happen to really mean what they say,
and have a story to stick to but lack something:
where is 'my' story?

Which is unique, is pale,
was unwanted at first and then
grew like a weed
through their walls,
to their warm beds,
haunted them in the shower,
dropped them dead the minute they finally heard it.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

چرا موهایت را بلوند کردی

و صد رنگ از قبل و صد رنگ در آینده قاطی موهایت
خرمنی سیاه و طلایی، نقره‌ای و خرمایی، زرد کاهی و قهوه‌ای مادرزادی

آه نداری با ناله سودا کنی و هر هفته یک دست لباس جدید به کمدت اضافه
تهران، آمریکا را در جیبش گذارده و سپس زیپ آن را می‌بندد

Monday, February 22, 2010

از خوبی‌های خارج می‌توان به حراج شدن کیت‌کت اشاره کرد که قیمت آن به جای یک دلار و 29 سنت به 99 سنت کاهش پیدا می‌کند.
سیستم کاپیتالیست نکبت استکبار سرمایه‌داری ماشینی حسابی مزه می‌ده دروغ چرا.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

When a window closes, a window is closed.
I don't understand why this simple action gets people to the conclusion that "another window opens".

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Melody & Chanson


1.
To you cousin, with whom I grew up
and learned to love, first toys and then boys.



"Nothing ever happens round here"
This is December 18th, 2009.
They took you 54 days later
to prove you wrong;
things still happen round here.

Not good things,
as I suppose you were talking about.

But bad things happen
and when you come back
the whole world will be
your oyster;
you will start to fall in love
with the fresh morning air at half past eight,
when you are heading out to yet another day
that is not happening the way you had in mind
when you were a kid and we
did our homeworks together.
I always finished faster and your mum
would complain that you were not quick enough,
what she didn't notice was that you took so long
because you wanted to have the perfect handwriting,
and you would press the pencil on the paper so harsh,
that you had to sharpen it every few minutes.

Is this too, still, the reason you are taking so long
to come out of that cell they trapped you in;
or is it because those old days that we went to
the same school and you
would appear at our door half an hour early,
in the morning, with your backpack of sandwiches and snacks,
you were being so quick just because
your mum would help you get ready and deep inside,
you were still the same girl who wanted to have everything
perfect
and sharp
and bold,
and would take hours and sometimes days to end simple stupid things?

***

2.
To my younger cousin, who,
despite being taller and braver,
to me is still a sweet little kid.



The day they took you,
I saw a squirrel,
trying to get into our house,
through the half open window.

5 minutes later,
she was down the stairs,
and afterwards
she was completely gone.

and in its place,
a fat black cat,
with shiny yellow eyes
staring at me.

When we were leaving 5 months ago,
you told us to take pictures of
squirrels jumping from trees to bushes,
from bushes to trees,
and send them to you.

Here they are,
all merged into one
forming a real, live squirrel,
who,
once jumping from trees to bushes,
from bushes to trees,
was caught in the thorns
of a blooming red rose.

I walk past every squirrel in town thinking about you,
and I'm not scared of them anymore,
and I swear, if once again I see one of them
trying to make her way into our house,
I will open the window and let her in.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

یادمه یه موقعی یکی از آرزوهام این بود که نظافتچی کاخ سعد آباد بشم که بتونم از لای اون زنجیرها برم تو و داخل اتاق ها و سالن هاش رو به بهونه ی تمیزکاری ببینم.

Monday, February 1, 2010

ژانر:
آدم هایی که موفق شدن برن خارج

 

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