GOOSEFLESH

gooseflesh: MOMS GIVE YOU LIFE

in servitude of my years

when love carried her winters grief
to the days of sun-laced curtains

and forgotten streets bewail ae dream-

what i knew then will never be mine again When

brittle leaves of summers slumber scurry scared past street lamps and holidays

with ink-swept cryptic memory
my fevered hand
my fancy pen
my poets dream
arcane emotion

a zombie

i sauntered

looking for a soul to keep or

was i the lost soul escaped from a body’s prison?

i panged for your solace
a love-starved lost child
a child of goddess of curiosity

overwhelmed and clean

but clarity never lived
in holes of my confusion
i never really knew what understanding meant

i was buried alive in daisy fields.
you loved me. you loved me
not. you loved me.
in vain.

every thread of my being insolently interwoven

with cloth of your spirit.

then counterclockwise

just as the day we met

unraveled from your sleeve.

tawdry linen would not hide my
tear-stained self
i took heed as the languid echo
of your thousand lies
plagued my years

clemency crawled under the carpet of my skin and
i bled my prayer out loud pleading arms outstretched but

i could not reach through

an addle

look.

paralyzed by your insolence
these shivery hands and heart repent.

i martyred myself for you

A Memoir

of Sorrows Beauty when love bleeds

and cannot clothe Her wounds

scarlet sheets
stains on my skin
a fly in charlotte’s web
suffocation in the small
of your throat.

No.

i did not grow old in passivity

as a child i thought i could find peace in solitude

but i cant stand the noise when i stand alone

the babies you made so fragile

hence perplexed unto cruel undefined literature

i will not remain Harlot of your

Happiness

my fancy ink forgot Your innocence.

Today i find a sadness in truth that i may find peace in the way i touch the earth. holding fast to the ground i keep cutting loose urgency of having to conform to another’s declaration of independence; shallow hearts cannot find devout panorama in things that a love-starved human being can find in change. and still.