Flight

I am as white as the walls

stucco strips drop

from me, a metamorphosis over time.

A million atoms along my razor thin silhouette,

weathered thin by cruel eyes.

Hey, big man in the suit at the city lights

you smell like perfume.

Big ego with the condoms in the waste basket.

Big charisma, cadence of this and that and lies,

of fatigue, contempt, and sighs,

yet it's nothing new, nothing new.

Your abuse is nothing new.

Little coward in the big suit, I'll break free. 

Little failure your legs are buckled beneath

and I am clouds covering your sky.

I can tower above, dissociate from your lies.

You have nothing, a disillusion and a flight into freckled

tomorrows.  Spattered with this and that and

wine. 

I am needless, an ivory exoskeleton of music.

My wings on the black notes drift up

like raspberry summers.

My jazz will be a free-verse and flight.

Little man with the big shoes. 

I am free.

Author's Note

Just a scrap. About my life/struggle with family.

p.s. this song is wonderful. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euzLGUmb2MM

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

Poetry is an art and here you've displayed that.
Excellent write

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I see so much pain in this piece but at the same time I see hope... so harsh words but sometimes that is necessary... those who abuse are low esteemed individuals who use it as a way to make them selves feel better, you use the power or verse to release your anger, well done.