la voilà et encore

she's back again, my nemesis
mother earth with all her charms
and accoutrements
and those wide charismatic arms
that sweep up the humble of heart
and their faulty clockworks
some talk too much and others
not enough, some make themselves
naked as infants and others
dress up fine in moroccan rags
that sashay in the wind and flirt

i'm not ready for yet another
mother or sister to feel me out
and then put me on the side like a
sieve for her tears, i'm crying all
the time for what i've lost and
can't get undone by another femme fatale
can't fall in love with another mirror
i can't let me myself be swept up
in her winning waveforms and thrills
and then engulfed and killed

i'm swimming for my life
and i haven't the force
to forgive before the fact
another crime and rejection
the idéale of my thought
the mother of my perfection