Ismile

Bare your bones
to touch your soul
for a soul
sold to the world
strip away the
threads of every
piece of cloth
and stand as
tries to stand
a begging bowl

every thought
turned into knots
every ought
turned into a ought not
pure as a white
holy ghost
knock on those doors
for a smile to
cut loose from
someone's tight lipped purse
for a love that loves
but loves only as a curse