the pearls of her eyes
blend all of the life she’s seen
she cups a flower
Eastern European Community
spector
he’s gone beyond not to come back here
no more long letters from Vienna
with sad pictures from Kodak
of a wife left behind
with a sickly child
no where to turn
hope long lost
she fades
ghost


front porch community
the brittle bone of my hand no longer carries a force
as a boy it held the strong hand of my father
as a man that same hand carried a weapon of protection
the light in my eyes slips away slowly in salty tears
not mainstream
the sun is shy dark weepy sad the red stars on the hipsters Mao bags are dull it is a bazaar of thought living on the tops of the foam of your demon seas rebel rider non Jane Fondaer grown girl he dirty boy military card heir LA west of Hollywood Battleship Potemkin plays let’s go drop bomb on my tongue baby Jimmy Hendrix’s way irony one hundred ways to think that we can go to Sizzler after this and dude your mom has a new car but if i were on that ship ida’ve done the same damn thing he sings to me God Save the Queen and we go fuck behind the dumpster but we can’t seem to fit it in and we go back to talking about politics
haiku for Petra
endlessness of night
honeysuckle’s soft weeping
stars dull one by one