Life, what is it at any rate
the proverbial stage
with stringed puppets caged
mouthing lines from scripted page
while playing games to intercept fate
you, how can I ever narrate
the essence of what you are
tangibles suffused with your smell
remants of salvaged memories
sketchy unrecordings
through the years fading
I finger your clothes
I trace your face in photos
I see myself
in all your dreams hopes and failings
stains of mother-daughter f**king
consummate time-bark tattooing
because of your genes I am tenacious and strong
because of your trials I see the rights from wrongs
because of your dreams I live to take them far
because of your apron strings I can never be own shiny star
you are grafted irrevocably
as stuck together as apart
your blood your wart
reflected in multi-faceted diamond cuts
your ghostly residue deep in my gut
