Scorn
one
night the city screamed at me and I screamed back. Waited until the end of man:the
face: distorted into the illicit but: commonly agreed upon. creator in the
clouds: cataracts and nebulous pupils: how to be your dad’s father
a
worn shoe tracked in mud.
there’s the wait for dad’s new
paycheck gas station pizza
there’s the wait for my new paycheck gas station flowers
one
night the city screamed: hunched over the corner of the subway jerking off:
after all pollock placed his canvas on the ground and held his brush
blotches of his manhood
new perspective
a
dollar fifty for a patty and the wait for dad’s new paycheck
and
the wait is dissected into tiny atoms of waiting
quantum-entagled
particles of waiting
the
planc length of waiting
turtles
all the way down
waiting
where
I attend the atomically dissected dream.
We
receive our script and I say all the lines marked POVERTY
The sun
That
special ingredient!
(a beat)
LOVE!
POVERTY
BUT IT WAS ALL RAGE IN MOTHER’S COOKING
one night the city shone flesh-pink in scorn and I walked around in its piss, its sole mucus gland. one night I was indistinct but the face of the man: the distorted eyes behind the threshold of decades. and decades.
Khashayar “Kess” Mohammadi (They/Them) is a queer, Iranian born, Toronto-based Poet, Writer and Translator. They were shortlisted for the 2021 Austin Clarke poetry prize and 2022’s Arc Poem of the year award and they are the winner of the 2021 Vallum Poetry Prize. They are the author of four poetry chapbooks and three translated poetry chapbooks. Their debut poetry collection Me, You, Then Snow is out with Gordon Hill Press. Their second book WJD is out in a double volume with the translation of Saeed Tavanaee’s The OceanDweller from Gordon Hill Press fall 2022. Their collaborative poetry manuscript with poet Klara Du Plessis is forthcoming with Palimpsest Press Fall 2023.
