Caspian Sea
and empty promises.
Why do I do this to myself?
I remember a parasol,
and the bluest eyes
behind a black veil.
Purple dahlias.
I light a cigarette,
chewing sesame seeds
while an old man
sits next to me
smoking opium.
A broad shouldered man
an automatic rifle
butts through the crowds
stepping closer, closer, closer …
If I close my eyes,
and summon my energy
I might be able
to make myself disappear.