Member Poem

this neighborhood
it's like digging u the bones
of a childhood that seemed
so far off, so long dead
O merciful fisherman,
where are you these days?
my innocence, 
were you so cast aside?
my mind, 
will you let me have this moment?
this moment of unity,
purity,
O, rare, rare moment
of balance in my heart?
my demons catch my scent
and follow me from home to home
the flowers that had sprouted
in the rib cage
of the bones
are withered;
I am chased.