WITHOUT THE BOMBS OF BEIRUT

    by Bedros Afeyan


    Without the bombs of Beirut, there was but sun
    Flooding bank vaults of time, pairs offered shine
    Beaches, heels, shaved legs and gum, sizzling sun
    Mountains a'snow, goggles 'n poles, untormented sons

    Beirut's orgy in 18 confessions, Olé! Screamed and drowned
    Tom Jones served the Hummus near the pools of private clubs
    Orange crush between their legs, teenagers practiced re-innocence
    Dreams of heeled yachts, Monaco and Royal blow, effervescent geist

    Beneath the soil of imported champagne corked in a clown's red nose
    Beyond the camps 'n hated enemies and jealous friend's smiles sardonic
    Lurked world-stage trade-craft, spy vs spy groping public monkey bars
    Every prostitute, every little star, humping Roman Ruins, midsummer
    orchestras

    A Beirut without a bra, without a weave, without the heave of history up its sleave
    Without its brothers' bombs, its neighbors' used condoms, its drunk allegiances
    Its infantile incorrigible charm, "Shoo? Sex Kamen?" Crop Circle sized question marks
    A beauty mark, a tambourine strike, brain matter splattered equidistant from my heart.


    Bedros Afeyan
    2-6-2014
    Pleasanton, CA

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Dr. Bedros Afeyan is a theoretical physicist who works and lives in
the Bay area with his wife, Marine. He writes in Armenian and in
English and also paints and sculpts.



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