My dear, I have asked the sun to give you a kiss when you wanted a kiss next time.  And the moon sitting in the sky ever so lazily, I have asked her to watch over you, when you are walking home alone at night. The wind shall carry lavender smell that you like so … Continue reading Prayer

9 – Screech

who would have guessed, if you listen closely, you can hear colors screech in pain in a Van Gogh self-portrait. My ears are bleeding a sunset. Van Gogh went out to get Absinthe and bandage, what a night we are going to have, you should come. 10.9.17 Washington, D.C. Peyman  

8 – Crooked

Never cared to be straightened anyway look what happened to straightest trees I am writing this poem on a table made out of their body. No thanks, I'll stay crooked and write poetry, you live that perfect life. 10.6.17 Washington, D.C. Peyman

7 – Shy

Never been, until that time when the night opened her mouth, and through the slit, red as a fresh cut fig, you came with a thousand laughters blossoming in your mouth. 10.6.17 Washington, D.C. Peyman


Underwater There's a difference between a house that was built underwater and a house that has gone under water, One is a mystery one is ignored. one is in Atlantis, and you'll read books to your children about. one is in Puerto Rico, and you don't want to talk about. when the roses bloom more … Continue reading Underwater


Poison some fear you some hate you some love you. Some call you posion, some call you blood of christ, some call you nectar of life. Some raises a glass of you, some raises from death because of you, some just cuts the edge with you. Some never live, some never die, but tonight we … Continue reading Poison