virgin white

Virgin white… i awoke.

church bells filled the streets at dawn

mustard colored building No. 48

sits humbly in his peeling paint, green

moss, and crooked white windows

Latvians that never smile or wave

pad down morning cobble streets

after tomatoes cucumbers and

rye bread. i love them.

golden light slowly pushes

aside restless shadows

quietness held by the hands

of bells, slips into the busy

wheels of trucks and cars

a police officer speeds by

all is, as it should be.

i awoke to the sounds of bells

with the realization that i am

building No. 48, witnessing

life unfold into its proper place

The (once virgin) white plastic window

As a mirror for her face

Next to my reflection

A retarded man

Picks up the garbage under my window

And sings a servo-Croatian love song ( i hate the dervish sound of the words)

»Just make sure there is some violence involved...«

He says... chatting

 [i love the painful sound the words make]

 

(photo here)

While i bake 3 eggs

(scrambled  not  too done,  thanks)

I know that's the only photo i ever took of her

Two cups of coffee

(afraid they're to go)

No milk-just black (cause it was never in the fridge)

urine heals wounds,

i saw it on the TV...

so who's going to piss

on my broken heart?

yellow urine clouds

like stains

of nicotine and coffee

devouring, with their heart like shapes

the once virgin white pages

of your letters.

the once virgin white pages

that i kept on spilling

with the blood of my memories

i love u my little white coffee cloud

single serving portions of feelings...

single shot

a once in a life time

ticket in the drum

from Russia with love

the virgin white shapes

of an other lonely morning mist

little yellow "post it notes"

stained with the ink of my blood

the first time u went,

you told me:

"i can't love u just because you do"

now i'm screaming:

"i can't stop just because u did"

in the virgin light

of an another white morning