I vs. Myself

I can kill myself as adulation ruins a speech

for I am a ludic boy simply evinced by words.

Often I convince myself life can be deferred

and I prescind myself from enjoying who I am

dreaming the future I might be able to reach;

the nightmare it could be to find myself interred.

- Ali Fatolahi, Feb 10^th 2012, Ottawa

the poet me is just me

Do not prescind me from my poetry

or I might end up having lots of cacography

… and what do you want a wrong me for?

- Ali Fatolahi, Feb 8^th 2012, Ottawa

disorder

The whole class stands still

with our notebooks open to view

our words come from nature and order;

some write in black and some in blue

but propinquity of the compositions

                             is the major clue;

we all inherit as we learn to do

but one will have a single cacography

from there the whole genome goes wrong

down, canavan, turner or hemophilia;

life is a cruel teacher, a total disorder

and I’m happy that I lived one more night

                             sleeping with you.

- Ali Fatolahi, Feb 7^th 2012, Ottawa

despaired-in

The propinquity of my poems

with the bushes in front of my building

                                                          is just amazing.

The bushes are covered under snow

and my poems are hidden beneath my despair

                                                          - not so promising.

Circumventing a word or two every day

- as the tips of branches stuck out of snow –

                                                          keeps me going.

                                                                            

- Ali Fatolahi, Feb 6^th 2012, Ottawa

I had a dream!

We had fought for our lives over and again

following each others’ track in darkness and vain

through ice ages and tropical forests

until we reached a horrible sea of the past

full of our ancestors’ blood and their blast

and of all those hatred and slaughtering

we were lymphatic and we were terrified

so to circumvent the bad memories

we decided to gam along the beach

until we reach a point of peace and trust.

                  

- Ali Fatolahi, Feb 5^nd 2012, Ottawa

the biG Game keeps Going

Whether gamming with a sexy friend

on golden beaches along the Persian Gulf,

gambling with a bunch of losers

in a rotten basement with frosty window sight,

or gamboling with my bright kids

in a community park while they fly their kite,

the game of life has already started

                   with the stiction my dad gave my mom one night;

I had nothing to do with its beginning

                   but whatever comes next I’m ready to engulf.

                  

- Ali Fatolahi, Feb 3^nd 2012, Ottawa