Bodies burn like sugarcane, the food and rum
Of the teenage gods, the bombardiers
And the cheerleaders:
While I saw you out on the red oval resurrecting your
Un thought of children from sweat of unhealthy
Jocks;
And I remember your womb like a runway that I
Would have liked to have run down:
If I had been your son, I would never have had the need
To have loved you, the way that I love you now,
To get everything wrong and all of these misspelling;
And when I look up at you from my seat above the
Earth,
Underneath the chin of the mother goddess, you just ask
Me what I want to drink while you go on to serve your
Other business men;
And I drown after you take the air away, or I continue writing
Like a blind and thoughtless man,
Even while I can hear the funhouse springing in your bed,
And even in the early morning on the day that you gone and
Done got wed.
In The Early Morning
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