I am dreaming

In Wim Wenders perfect black and white while listening to the saddest music ever. Angels in long black coats are listening to my thoughts. I am walking past pubs and cafes. Looking and over hearing.

I dream of angels, cigarettes and the Resurrection only three days away. He will suffer, die and be buried and on the third day I will be walking down streets. Away from everything. I will see these streets in Wen Wenders perfect black and white, until I hear her say, “It is Spring.”

Only then do I see the truth. I am alone. I take off the long black coat while walking past pubs and cafes. Restless and longing for something to fill the space between. Sad Princes and their tales of woe. Be easy, I say, there is nothing worth stealing in here.

I will gladly give it up, while waiting for the light to change.

Mary Panza has been a permanent fixture in the Capital Regions poetry/spoken word community since 1988. Her first time reading on the stage of the legendary QE2 cemented her love for performing.  She had hosted a number of open mics including a five year run at Borders in the 1990’s and a 15 year run with Poets Speak Loud at the Lark Tavern and then McGeary’s Irish Pub from 2005-2020.  She had her heyday with publishing her work in the 90’s when small zines were king.  She has published three chapbooks with poet Gina Grega and five small chapbooks with the late Paul Weinman.