A Poem by Tigran Avoundjian

this must be some kind of post mortem post modern downfall of instinctual behavior patterns driven by the corruption of the human soul and it's degradation of common sense and civil obedience.

What ever happened to the white picket fence and the bright green lawn and aluminum siding whitewashed nice and pearly with lead paint?

Did licking the toxins lead the kids to psychosis and nightmares that come to fruition at 4:48....or was it 5:24?


The perplexities of cerebral entanglements furrow the brows of even the most lucid of dreamers.


Nightmares are tamed only by headless horsemen.

© 2008 Tigran Avoundjian

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Added on August 18, 2008


Tigran Avoundjian
Tigran Avoundjian

Glendale, CA

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