Sibiu In Three Parts

I.
dust
a blanket of dirt
covers old streets
that bleed with the memories
of the downtrodden
the smell of petrol
resting itself in the arms of the city
like a lover refusing to bury her dead
II.
the intoxication
of old world beauty
mingles with the eroticism
of the feminine form
chiseled into marble statues
brought to life and wondering into your senses
like a drug slowly robbing you of your will
each day a new heartbreak
fragments your sanity
until you become one
with the cobblestone walkways
broken into a million pieces
III.
The body of a dead cat
sleeps at the foot of a car
suffering from the cancer of rust
and decades of hard driving
progress has been trapped
in a house of discord
the path forward angled in new directions
reality charmed by the mantra of a gypsy
praying to a picture of the virgin Mary
laid at her feet
while her words are stolen
by the innocence of a girl
too young to understand
the rhythm of the beat she's moving too

Sean Sanneman - LA, Ca

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