I ran through Iran before Ayatollah.
Shan’t miss the Shah though
would miss Meshed:
a holy city.
Arrived among restless persians,
waiting to follow someone or something, remember Adolf?
Meshed:
where they’ll stone you when you try to be so good, where they’ll stone you just like they said they would.
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Dry Night Women:
invisible against darkened doorways, sliding along walls in a cloak of darkness, beneath a veil of bright light.
Where are the women you ask?
Persian gynaecologists must go hungry,
I smell perfume where a woman must have passed.
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