stigmata

I pang of guilt

& hints of Oedipus

Mother’s lone son-

Son with vagabond visions

Uninhibited nature

Pack strapped to endless spine

Sprinting away from mothers empty arms-

Arms that rocked, fed, and groomed the child me

Now weighted with stone that hail upon my family flesh

As if blades replaced spring showers

Moloch!! Unhinged drooling jowl

Starving for the world-

I want to consume the earth

Sinking canines deep into every nook to embrace its full body

Home is not where the heart is-

Rather a stagnant watering hole

Bearing life to short lived moments of no real progression

I fear stability

And the art of normalcy 

Ream and flail my dying carcass

Attach wings to my soul

And traverse through afterlife

I feel no guilt without body

3/19/10