Well, I wouldn’t give a fuck about the New Year
But
A fat ass guy or a fat ass gal
The sort of fat cat who many have to get skinny to make room for
Had come, so fucking cocky, shoving the new year up my ass
Doing me rather badly
,
Of course,
The fat ass was more man than woman
Because,
He was wearing must aches and not booo bees
Wearing must aches or having booo beees makes no difference to me
What does, is the fact of being able to be fat ass
,
The fat cat pussymonger
Has
Swiped all the new years all the way out of me and you
And expects
That I
too,
Like him
Be happy go lucky for the coming of a new year
,
The whole devilish humongous mass of fat asses
In this no good bugger of a holiday
Fucked up my breath
,
Struggling for breath
or,
A soul-mate to share it with
I am
Peering into the tiny fishbowl,
Swimming with the fish
,
Like the fish I yearn for air with my sucking lips self kiss my self
,
My pulse beats in my lips like the fish
I kiss and kiss and kiss the air only
,
The new year
Is
Getting
Itself
and me
In,
But
Where
Would it hand my lips to,
And my kisses,
Which slice into the teeny weeny fish bowls
.
HamSeresht, Iranian Gay Poet & Blogger
Translated into English by Sina Gilani, Iranian Canadian Actor & Director
The poem was published in Hamseresht’s blog, The Last Surviver of the Generation of Souldmates – his weblog was shut down by morality police in Iran in 2012 – the poet’s whereabouts is not known.