πάνος panos 09.27.21 (ng house, stanford, ca) Chaidie Petris panos always smoked his bread and cigarette over the same ash the dollars from the bakery eating up his matches and hash just something that would make the burnt up moment last like the mud ovens full of bread and temples to hashish more holy than the cross he wore around his neck more holy than that cross he wore like a brand of bondage or a symbol of his homage his holy devotion like the candle he plants in the sand under the mantle of his authority lord that his parents adored his mother holding up her clasped hands on the floor and his father who abandoned him sang his tone-deaf hymnal blues and paid his dues but left him at seventeen when he took that train to germany ω πατέρα γιατί με εγκατέλειψες; με εχεις μπερδεψει που έχεις πάει; πανός καίς το τσιγάρο σου στο θεό σου αλλά σύντομα θα σε κάψει και πατέρα μου oh father why have you abandoned me? you left me confused where have you gone? panos burns his cigarette to his god but soon he will burn you too, my father panos do you remember all those days i came running to you there not there blacked out on the couch you never knew
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