Hungry I crave your mouth arch of your feet I crave your richness length of your fingers I crave the open hands with which you scattered your magic. I am the Darvish, Whirling in the curl of your hair, I am hungry for a bowl of your love I am hungry for a bowl of … Continue reading Hungry

Fast. I speak fast, And sometimes fall in love fast. Is fast good or bad? I don't know. Cum? Not fast. Die? It depends You win some You lose some. 10.1.16 Peyman Washington D.C.

Noisy Noisy- Are the cicadas. Noisy- Are the constructions. Noisy- Are the bombs, Jets, Wars. Noisy- Are the heads. Noisy- Are the broken hearts. Silent Is the tear, Death, It's War. 10.2.16 Peyman Washington D.C.

Collect "You are going to leave your shit behind" She said, And I assured her I won't as I collected pieces of my life from the floor. Life is strange You scatter your love with one hand And collect it back with an other. 10.3.16 Peyman Washington D.C.

In the morning a lovebird died in his cage watching me walk down the street. Have you become darkness? She Asked I cannot see myself in the mirror anymore. I said We sat quietly, A cloud exploded in the sky and dropped dead. We knew. We knew. The earth will keep on moving. The sky … Continue reading Death Of The Love Birds

This is how you Fall: On yellow leaves With the early morning rain Under the gloomy gray sky This is how you Fall. Curled up in a large pumpkin Drunk on mulled cider Rolling down the road Slow with the wind This is how I fall Slow with the yellow leave Hard with the morning … Continue reading This is how you Fall

You know how this goes. The sun rises and sets, so does the moon. Happening. The clouds appear High in the clear sky and disappear when you don’t look. Happening. You know how all these go, The wave rolls The earth quacks The cloud disappears. The appearing The disappearing. You know it all. You know … Continue reading Happenings, Avocado

Ninety Eight 3/10/16 This is the first time I'm sending out one my own poems, because the sky is so beautifully gray now and this poem came out of my eyes! I listened to this song the entire time I wrote this poem, and I highly recommend listening to it while reading this poem, or … Continue reading Gray Sky

The Woodpecker I read somewhere they can bang their head to trees 1000 times of gravity's force That’s 956 times more than what humans are known to survive. I am speaking of woodpeckers. A woodpecker is banging his lonely head I think of him I tell him: “Hey bang your head or not, they sky … Continue reading The Woodpecker