UNTIE ME

My father was walking

here only ten years ago...

Down these same streets

my history repeats itself.

In my insanity he is beautiful

& unruly - passionate - truly -

bold & erotic - & all that I dream

that his madness once buried.

He stands staring at me -

Silent & begging

for release from the bonds

of his life long invasive corruption.

You want me - his mind whispers.

You can have me if only...

The soft molded utterances

of my straitjacketed angel.