Songs You Should Never Learn From Your Mother

Demure steps pacing up the stairs, my mother sashayed
Across a room scented claustrophobia

Trailblazer

Her mellow rebels watched over
Of ripe mounds dangling precarious
Hummed into birched silence

Blobs

That hid cankerous worms, of the immolations
She would,
Bury along aisles lined up in candles.

One,
That lighted her monophobia.
Two,
In which she feared the world
Last,
In which she let herself be the helpless.

Learnings

Wrapped around obliterated mutiny
Coaxes of meticulous ignorance
Blindfolding the abyss of reason.

Smiles

Across skills of lurid obeisance,
Held dearer than life, my mother
Scrolled past celluloid women leads
Pulsating away in unfound corners.