Crazy Kids

Yes, we were crazy kids
Before the world was normal

And we didn’t care
What was right or wrong—

We just acted out our wildest
Wishes and desires,

Not like some old guys, who talk
About being crazy

In an organized and deliberate
Way—they do not know

The real excitement of doing
Something just for the hell of it

Like throwing a teddy bear from
The eighth floor, using a sheet
For a parachute

Or throwing fire balls from
A balcony and starting
A fire,

Or dancing naked in front of
The mirror, wearing a silly hat,
Pretending to be
On some African safari—

Yes, I was a crazy kid and
So were you—falling in love
Left and right, without
Thinking,

Dreaming of kisses in the sun,
As the world spun like
A merry-go-round,
Where nothing could
Stop the spontaneity
Of the heart—

Yes, we were crazy kids
And we took the world and
Turned it upside down —

And that was poetry,
And that was love...


  November 26, 2006 
--Alexander Shaumyan