Classic Poem

I want to clear my head
of the bric-a-brac of sermons and kind words
I want to purge my heart
of young love's heartbreak
and slivers of tinted glass
from my eyes I want to wash
life's shredded nets
and curtains behind locked windows
I want to clear my voice
of songs' acid
and those melodies that come
all wrapped up in shiny ribbons
I want to free my shoulders
of birds' nests
and morning's silent birds
from body I want to strip away
the raiment of war and peace
and the powder of conquests in reverse
I want to purify my soul
of obedience's thoughtless assent
and the overripe grapes of forgiveness
from my face I want to banish
the aristocrat's pedigreed hauteur
and his multibranched family tree
from my page I want to chase
the nonsense of poetry
and the futility of meaning
I refuse to play any more roles
That're not clear and well defined
or be exposed to harmonies
that are not real
All I want to hear
is the universe shudder
while it batters my heart
and watch light dissolve
in eye's still water
I want to walk alone
closing behind me
the door of the ancestral house.