in the book of fathers

 

in the book of fathers

I’m supposed to take up air

space bloviate make predictions

the after the factness of knowledge

I’m pretty sure that everything

needs a catalog of rubbery stories

extensible margins

I need a hat 

that listens for large details

and brims out for the rest

I am needed 

for conversation to have a chance

I’ll do the french toast

bit and the passion of my politics

will reveal a bill maher about frankness

I’ve watched tv it’s all good except

new frasier because old frasier

language matters

in daddyland like like and me and i

and the degradations of slang

impossible pronouns

staunchly typoed texts

men are handsome and i’ll leave it there

you call me

i’m supposed to be this claybound

golem since my knees

i’m not the athlete anymore i could have 

been violent if needed

I was always better 

at overgrown accents

in memory’s garden

of fruits that smelled like fruits

and I