Jack of all Trades

I live in a world where
everyone knows me
but no one
recognizes my face.

they come.  they go.
they leave pieces of after flow
settled on my skin.

affected, i sit dejected on the wire
my feet licked by the fires
of absence. i am creating wizards,
projects, mindless tasks.
I am the Jack of all Trades
and the Master of none.

i am scribbling on pieces of paper.
i chewed them as a girl,
swallowed into my belly,
a walking Mache' of secrets.

so much to tell, i truly have
visited hell, walked with the Devil
in faces of preachers and pedophiles.

i'm a movie screen,
somewhere in between script lines
where i defy the alibis
spread from pulpits of wholeness.

leave the rose at Mary's feet,
lay naked in the garden
where the harlots weep.

take me under some spell
where the waves crash my head,
where the drowning is calm,
where you rescue me before i'm dead.

take me to the fountains,
where i drink these songs,
where the pain is prolonged
in the silent waiting.

i have printed pages in boxes
truth lines and predictions,
memories of humiliation,
torture and addiction.
pages that they'll all read after,
i am smothered by the rapture.

i live in a world where
the eyes don't dare meet mine,
where boundaries are undefined,
where i walk on balance beams
in the bubbling streams
of the world where i live;
where freedom doesn't quite exist.

~vennie~