Poem Hunter
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)


Someday in my life, in my bean
I'd like to die for all I've seen
Somewhere in my heart, in my soul
I won't be able to patch up the hole

Sometime we could meet on the nose
Bringing a false start to a close
If you succeed in shooting me down in flames
I won't get mad at you, I'll stop taking names

Someplace I inhumed our love crumbs
What I later found was a can of worms
Something went over like a lead balloon
When we got caught in the heavy monsoon

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