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WILLIAM PIETY
William Piety is an artist and writer now living in San Francisco, CA. He graduated from Loyola University in New Orleans and attended Loyola's Law School. Although he spent his childhood in southern Florida,
he lived most of his life in New Orleans before moving to Barcelona, Spain. He returned to New Orleans in the spring of 2005 but left again with other evacuees after Katrina decimated the city.
Undone
I am ... been ... undone
I am ... been ... felled
Yes, been fallen
I am ... been ... unread,
Listening for my father's voice
I am ... unsaid ... been unsaid
I have no remembrance of my father's voice
I have no ... touch of his voice
I am ... been ... uncaressed.
My father is a made-up thing
A spectred, fabuloused thing
A concoction stewed in my undoing
He is an unwinged, casted down
Fellen, unstrung phantasm
Is my father
He is a glamour, a gollem
Breathing ... dust ... that ... haunts ... me
Is my father
I am ... been ... undone.
I am ... been ... tricked
I am been sorcelled
I am been unwoved
Enstrung by foul weavers
Caughted, fraughted, stoled
Yes ... I am been stoled
Thief - a thief has grabbed and nabbed me
Hid me, put me, stashed me
Undone me and lost me
Throwed me, I was an unworthy steal.
I was ... unworthy
Listening for my father's voice.
Unthought, unlaughed, unsmiled.
It ever was a frail
ghosted by the wind.
I am ... been ... undone
I am been envoided, en-nihiled
Enchasmed, ruptured, fractured
And my father is a made-up thing
Of found, discarded stuff
Grasped, glommed, glismed
Ferocious, fierce, frenzied stuff.
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William Piety
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