Our narratives are fresh detached roots Dangled drips of negotiated reality Dispersed in alien geopolyphony Flowering at the edges of volcanic ashlands.
Our narratives are frail identities Molested yet sold in street trade Molding Garry’s Hadison’s and Aznavour’s Pealed Garabedian, Heditsian and Aznavourian Mere traces of a chorus fallen land.
Our stale narratives, cataloged fresh, fresh Die with each veneration, dragging choice privations Chanting dignity, justice and christian destiny Fermented jackets of indifference, self absorption Inviting every label, model and color of extinction To metastasize a small vineyard of apricots and dreams Into bewildered banality, Los Angeles, Yerevan Hemorrhaging Hye** identity haunted past The volts of historical heresy.
2-24-06 Pleasanton, CA
** Hye is the Armenian word for “Armenian.”