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.