Brazzaville

In 1945
A Jewish baby was born
In East Van Nuys
Her lonely eyes
Filled with the poetry born
Of suicide

Haldol and ECT
She met her end in a trailer
Near the sea
200 Klonapines
Just hoping that she could find
Some sweet relief

Old Cerwin Vegas
Maruchan and diesel fumes
Stacks of containers
The shipyards in the afternoon
Desert winds blowing
Out to Catalina soon
Long Beach to Vernon
Mexicans and hazy noons

You are my baby
You