Signify me, daddy

Meant deep.

Where I felt most

like what I would

become. I am entirely

exposed. Foist me,

daddy. Elbows, please,

sir! I’m in my highest

form, here. In my highest

cloxing, sir. Hoick me.

Hoick me hard

on the marl. O

daddy, sit your

rictus on my face. 

Dragoon me by

my hair and

seed my thatch

when you’re good

and ready. See, 

I’m building you a house, daddy.

Daddy, every day, I build a house.

Long work days.

Jack and I in

the basement.

Jack doffed my dickies,

it was sundown,

Jack and I,

hewing the jacarandas. 

We made a shrine

there, full fontal.

O daddy, but the way 

this neighborhood

glances at the coast.

This hungry holm

that swallowed civilizations

of men. And not

a sound. Silent waves, 

meaning none.

My longing grew longer. Fistfuls of ruth.


Would you lie with me, here, in the ruthless field.

You, who fell through the summer. Wet, ruthed. Felled.

What I missed was else. Is deadened.

And never again. Cannot be. The field, would you run.

Slacken it. Let run, you. Not this, nor sun.

Utterly I am felt. Turned from. Given, feloned.


What house makes us. What blooms until.

How it felt. A marching. (What stills.)

I will remember how it felt. Fistfuls of ruth.

Would you lie, here. In marsh, with me.

What runs. What returned. What ruin.

Let the ruins. Let ruin, you. Let it seen.


Shadow of smoke in the light. I was loved.

Mirror in the night. Completely. I was loved.