goose of fear

grandma was the warden

her tight jaw, wicked words, rendering all helpless before her bitter
tirades
she'd a certain something to make it ugly
my heart always broke for her
even in trepidation i knew there was a secret soul
someone's friend lingering within her
did she even know?
she knew
but few of none saw past her wall
a wall of such depth and bredth
even she was misled finally
i saw it in hideous detail

mama was the prisoner

trapped of a hatefulness foisted upon her
how could any hope to breathe in such a dense clime?
colors as fletting aquaintances
before the dark came
with a normalcy of nothingnes
dreams stifled
snuffed by propriety
a propriety of plasticness
bitter fork cast aside in gawd's suprise picnic
spoons as knives, coals for ice
drowning in a lake of unquenched desire

grandpa was a ghost

lingering amoungst us
trying to make peace in a war of self
wife as a jagged shard
three quarters of his off-spring to be
wardens in training
the others in chains
chains of merciless self deprivation
a haunting of worry
longing

daddy was an eagle

curved beak to cull the weak
soft nestling feathers to hold one quivering aloft
above it all
i remember climbing to heights unknown beside him
grey day, may day, all days a blur of blessedness
when we flew
so rarely yet elegantly
natural as the cosmos
of which we thrived in thought
casting aside the gawd of barreness

i am a goose

chased by my own torments
yet protective of my own
i will beat you into the submission of death should you challenge me
my wings a flurry
while quaking with the knowledge
of death

gawd is fear

terror of the unknown
terribly cliche yet never really trite
we all seek the knowlrdge of everything
the printed lies of the weak a savage balm to soothe us
yet nothing ever changes

except the year and the day

still, i love you

and death will consume us all