Pasha Satara Poems

fecal city, do you cradle a corpse
somewhere in your sewer depths? you might hold
the bones of one who loved & played for me.
...

you believed in the velvet sky
& i, i believed in you

so if somewhere there's a crush
...

Oh, baby,
you're somewhere on the road
with the windows open wide to the cold,
in a pickup truck
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Ai, Lorca,
when the moon is sweating on the bed
I will borrow hard
the cry of sand and footsteps
...

(Sins of the father; love for the daughter)

It is on days like these,
when the grass lays wet on the side of the hill,
...

We are on our last leg, limping.
Nobody smiles and it would take a step ladder
to see into your eyes.
We've trades hearts for spades
...

And did I hate him then,
not knowing where his hammy fists
sank muffled shots into my mother,
not knowing that she feared his homecomings
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In wing-tipped shoes, my father danced
on the black keys of a stained piano
like a drunken exhibitionist,
chasing shadows like the crows
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Lori, I tell you
it's like a lit cigarette in the dark...
it'll burn out.
Ashes to ashes
...