Prena Poetry

i have been meaning to get better. i want to visit Venice someday.

and lay on the coast of adriatic.

someone will write me a love note

but right now, i am watching a garbage burn. the skinny man is toiling it with a stick. he looks sad, not that sad but he doesn’t seem happy.

stench of melting plastic

and oily forehead

nails scratching the knees caps

i have been meaning to get better, i bought flowers yesterday. but they are wilting now, they don’t look beautiful enough.

fallen petals on my ply wood table

electric poles outside my small city window

summer’s breeze passing a message

that a friend of a friend told someone

her father died the previous night

i have been meaning to get better but i seem to forget i cannot control every little thing. i cannot stop and push away the forces.

i have been meaning to get better

i will be better

i will