Her lipstick and
powder box, memories of
death airborne.
Their naked bodies
dancing, my drunken youth and
innocense crumbling.
Lost, looking for a star
atop a building; guiding.
Berlin, in 1987, I survived
the almighty culling
Her lipstick and
powder box, memories of
death airborne.
Their naked bodies
dancing, my drunken youth and
innocense crumbling.
Lost, looking for a star
atop a building; guiding.
Berlin, in 1987, I survived
the almighty culling