I have always been with crumpled skin
Trying to feel through crumpled things
My thoughts dumped in crumpled bins
Freckled, pocked and sticky sins

I lived curled in womb-like warmth
‘Til I was unfurled, pinned
Pinioned, stomped
Breathless, windless
Sudden junk

Was hurled, uncurld
This swirled within me
I got drunk and stunk
Living
Mephistophelian funk

I loved, lost, lusted, mistrusted
Digested, Joked and Jested
Divorced, Debauched
De-drunk ‘til I slunk

Whimpering into quiet
Non-smoking edges of walls
White and logical
Analytical and brailled

I fingered blind reason
With pricked hands of faith
Bled through to dullness
Crimson to grey-green

I became translucent
Opaque, dull
Un-quaked

I neither uncorked nor paced
Didn’t steam got spaced
I lie crumpled now
In shedding skin
Crouching muscles
Hidden for a gym
I look lost
Talent-less, tossed
Not knowing begininings
Nor middles or ends
I find no bookmark
To rest awhile
I roll on
Urchinned entwined
Feeling in commas
Pausing at stops
Sometimes thinking my own
Sometime others quoted thoughts
I’m crumpled-stiltskin in
A corner found
Neither living nor dead
Not fading not found.