He types them daily--
These 60-second "novels"--
I wouldn't call them that.

Why do I bother
Trying to change anything?--
Ignorance is bliss.

Embraced by the wind,
I don't know what lies ahead,
As I think of you.

Darling, on this street,
By the strip club, lies a rose--
Who might have dropped it?

Open the champagne,
The new millennium nears--
It's time to get drunk.

                        November 13, 1999
                      --Alexander Shaumyan