Living in the
Land of Should’s
My teeth were straight
But my vision curved
My arms and toes
And lobes contorted
Fit neat laundry bags
Un-sordid
Kept time with rhyme
And basked in praise
For deeds like angels
Under everyone’s gaze
But mercurial poison
Slowly steeped my bones
Leaked in through syllables
The unseen holes
Soul held by thumbs
So the dyke would stay
Untorrented yet
Another day
Then as cold seepage
Like seaweed strewn
About my head
Like snot balloons
Made me ask myself
What’s all this for
To please some ideal
And settle whose score
Then my breath inhaled
Cool gales of Truth
Letting in Life
Unregaled and 60 proof
Throat scorched by fumes
All smitten with fire
This Passion for life
I breathed in Desire
Took a good look
I was covered in cracks
Like snakes pre-molt
There was no looking back
Scaley ties that bound
Sloughed off now in piles
They looked so sad
To release this sack of smiles
From fetal to Freedom
And facing this world
The mirror of questions!
This unshaped girl
Tearing those bonds
Not knowing the cost
Lights black and gray
Shone as if all were lost
But light was Light
Self-hypnosis complete
Putting down the ransomed load
I was finally freed
Like Hardy’s blanket
That cannot be whole
Were it not for the ruptures
What fine Truth to behold
A Barrel of Bach 