'SURREAL TRASH IS GOOD FOR YOU' MOM SAYS

	by Ani Boghossian


	When the world goes extremely koo-koo
	I like to hide in my closet
	And play sudoku on my phone...
	I can reach the last level
	By World War III, I'm sure...
	Today my phone's batteries are low...
	So I cough a good deal of Guerlain on my shirt
	It all starts with oil paint
	Than the colors scream for Clint Mansell
	Because I've been painting the moon
	So the moon is high, my Jamaican friend
	Respect me for my shoes
	The flooring is deep.
	My psychedelic friends laugh
	At the tints of shafts swirling in the mist
	And I stare and stare
	At the heavy flamenco of atmospheres in blue
	In which staring elves are cuddled
	Sitting on Echmiadzin roofs
	Their knees skinny
	Like the branches they kiss,
	And there are cats
	That tap dance with top hats
	And Louis Armstrong dogs
	In the alley pubs of gingery dust
	They puff in the air as the old bicycle glide on them
	Through Nalbandian, Kirov
	Their riders are snoozing on the velvet
	Fields of grain
	That are to become
	Holly bread in the Nazi ovens
	They say they love the smell of lavash
	The `Young Turks' of Van, Bitlis, Kars
	Gramps didn't make it when he went for water
	The brides of joo-joo stars are crying in deserts of
	Ginarbe's grave....
	It has a line, a straight line on my spine
	I love it here, dad,
	Will call you tomorrow, after GMUN....


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Ani Boghossian was born in Echmiadzin back in cold, dark 1989. She
still lives in Echmiadzin, yet went to school in Yerevan ("Aghasi
Ayvazyan" Varjaran), She is now in her last year studying
International Relations at Yerevan State University. She has a blog in
Wordpress (nurpages.wordpress.com). She has also created a site for
her artist aunt (lusart.webs.com). She writes in English and in
Armenian and draws and paints as well.