Alan Semerdjian


MEMOIR You thought you could stay up for awhile and write about it You thought you could stay new You thought you could transform everything that you touched You like to think it through You thought you could sell pineapples to oranges and poetry, too You thought the plan was simple when you started before it became true Is this love? You thought you checked your catalogue of smiles to find the right one to show them You thought the feeling would stay young and you'd never crawl out of it You said you like to spin in circles until you fall down but you tell all your friends you liked to spin in circles and you never fell down Is this love? And every single passage leads back to this It's the memory, it's the question that never leaves my head Is this love?