Another pop star
On a videocassette--
Watch it, then rewind.

In desperation
I imagine my darling,
Hiding in these leaves.

A dog passes by,
Wagging his tail--he's lucky
Not to be in love.

What's up with this noise?
Oh!  It's spankin' new music,
Waiting to be sold.

I'm an idiot--
Somehow I missed the punch line,
While watching the stars.

What's the point of this?
Celebrities come and go,
Yet the sun still shines.

Darling, don't be sad,
For love can't really be sold--
It's free like the wind.

                             November 14, 1999
                          --Alexander Shaumyan