mother bird told me to go
I was kicked out of my house when I was 14
truth is I was
kicked out of her heart
long before that
she wouldn’t answer
any questions
or let me leave
without conditions
that made renditional recall a something
without believing in some thing I wasn’t
each trample chorus echo
farms a window sill
with little hopes for wings
in damp decay beneath the Spring
blood vines that feed eternal Summer
the ghost parade
is all year long
around me she said
they will all know
your name too she said
so make sure you wave
as you float on by
whatever high you could manage today
low bottom jump skirt the issues
in fresh flower skin
makes the sin easier to swallow
for those who cannot realize
their own path to Heaven
I get up
to close
the window
because
I like to sleep
in the cold
and I realize
how lonely
solitude is
sometimes
lonely despite a lone being
being part of my soul’s vitamin therapy
or easy dissolve remedy to Jesus
as Elvis in my velvet childhood
cult of disorder
I mean there are bumps
in every road
every turn unseen
forked with decisions
having to be made on the quick
that stick regret
in the whispers of dreams
but my childhood was okay
in teaching me things
it just left the bill of sale
in plain sight
like a flag being raised
in morning time
like today
when
I remember
she told me to go
and I can
never close
enough windows
to get
that chill out
of my bones
EJR ©
poem 127 of a poem a day for 2012 (NaPoWriMo15)
http://theblindlantern.blogspot.com/2012/04/poem-127-of-poem-day-for-2012.html
