December 31, 2022

Concrete

It has to be concrete, precise, incomplete

It must compete, repeat, stress, climb steep

reject cliches, cliques, tricher, bleach

argue, sinew, do end innu

falling ears blue, blossomed

Dead leaf stuffed munchers

turning clocks back, down ravines

less ordered, less polar, less vice, anger.

There is no going back.

Essays, trials by ink and darts pre-poisoned

Darting ahead smashed 6 o’clock news,

This just in, breaking hues

Same as it ever was. Same as a silly song. Same as it never was.

Bedros Afeyan

Pleasanton, CA

11-25-2022

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. He is the current editor of The Literary Groong.