And so I wrote, aimless in my search Rummaged in the attic of equuuations Disciplined trails of prepositions Unsolicited expositions of windy woes The quatrain roams in the midday sun Manhattan There is honking with that train Son The bustle, cold slap, fuck you muttered, Garlic breath, shit stick shoes remarked A book under the armpit of Sun Life Building a future rampart orgy death mask The piano plays muffled, bar girls sit legs apart I have a name, give another, rattle a number Speak of mama, her shawl, her hair pale as pride They think easy mark, drifting dripping beer can I think naked breasts, uneven, one nipple hairy What a drag, dark bush, skid marks, blood shot Eyes that sparkle in a Sunday Park, daddy, daddy, Skates, snot, mittens, red dots, woolen hat, dog. We interrupt this program To bring you this breaking news This program broken news interrupt We apologize, corrupt, cropped Correspondents standing by Our correspondent, heels high The field mouse, the guilt house The gutter, stand by: Queue camera I. Bedros Afeyan Pleasanton, CA 12, 1, 2018 -- 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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