..and mom and dad fight..
I am a drunk psychotic pig, with rusty rotten thumbs,
sitting in the back, trying not to squeak
I rattle’ rattle’ around the room, stuffed up, suffocating crab meat can,
my father, a simpleton named Jim; begged the lady for a kiss…
His sweetest kiss was me- coming out in camouflage skin,
I belted true life and anchored my eyes beneath the popcorn roof.
Old white house, wooden panel sides, and bear fur rug;
playing on the hide of a summer beast’s bride
and mom and dad fight,
and mom and dad fight,
I am almost five, hiding drunk papa in rich wet grass,
blue-red, blue-red; while justice jots notes at the door,
and a dead dear hangs in the barn, that godamn red barn,
and two months later they break their vows like bread
now jesus can be found standing at the center of my new
family dinner
A dinner, a dinner, full of christian american sinners,
who chew red meat
and eat frozen green sodium peas
while scrapping grandmas plates,
click-clang click-clang
the silent chow we barely got to eat
st. charles beach, where I take my surf
tide ride, fearful over sea-foam tops,
clinging fingers to my side
and mom and dad fight,
and mom and dad fight,
I am under the wave, salt water rushes up my nose,
the revelation light breaks through; mirror top sea
a vision, a vision,
OH, sea floor visions!
one says die,
another live
some suburban kid, with titan like pain,
the genesis of incident, roaming the sidewalk
range
mutating into a pubescent prophet:
whose future follows father
beneath the rotating stools of every:
bar, pub, and whorehouse
Drinking:
the stale beer, and pissing into the mirrors
while whispering:
OH MESSIAH, OH MESSIAH!
