Posted by on Sep 7, 2012 in Uncategorized


By: Sara Jumping Eagle


Maka Ska

My Relatives

caught in a cannard

of hope in a bottle

dreams at the bottom

gathered around a trashcan fire

of pseudo warmth

wanting to forget

the lives they’ve lived

oh ikce wicasa

forgive yourself

ikce winyan

asking for help

standing on a desolate road

with visions in a plastic cup

among the many smashed cans of your regret

the broken shards of songs unsung

dances on a sawdust floor

kisses in a sour sweat

no inipi here

only more drinks

that cannot quench

a thirst for something more….