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