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This Is A Poem
This is a poem that won't be missed
A mystical poem on day like this
Magnificent and dull like no other--
As I can hear you say to me: "Oh brother!"
Mainlining heroin, stretched out
Upon the floor.
This is a poem that won't be missed
With pearls of wisdom obscured by mist
In a world falling apart, yet always standing--
This is a poem that feels like a knife
That cuts your jugular and brings forth life,
That separates and joins it all together.
This is a poem that falls like a tree
For no one to hear, touch or see--
This is a poem with nothing before or after,
As you break out in shouts, sobs and laughter.
This is a poem about to end--
Another bandwagon, another trend,
Another meme that's waiting to expire--
As you are born and turn eighteen,
And smirk at the youth with a cynic's grin
Of someone who's grown too old and tired.
This is a poem to set you back on fire,
To share your secrets, to spill your beans,
To whisper you something wild and obscene
As you keep riding horses of desire.
This a poem that won't be missed,
As clear as mud or a lover's kiss
That keeps on hopping from one lover to another.
This is a poem that ends your life--
A new beginning--a husband and wife--
And a beautiful child
That changes with each season--
This is a poem with no rhyme or reason,
That floats and flies, or walks and crawls--
This is a poem inside my soul
That waited for so long just to get out--
This is a poem that won't be missed
Without a doubt.
October 19, 2015
--Alexander Shaumyan
