Dr. Daddy
This poem appears in We Were Hateful People.
she stirs th soda gin
with th stem of a pink rose
her imperious face
a flesh coloured house for thoughts
my life as of late is a view
sectioned into squares
I have you now
what shall I do with you
th animals watch us with empty eyes
each death an education
i wish to go to places
like the one called nice
(which rhymes with ice
not niece
from where to feed you morsels
mail you parcels
but no th champagne cork
it breaks th chandelier
th snow is slowly melting
on the eaves
under this blanket
you're my ortolan
under these covers I eat you
whole beak and all
it is most beautiful a day
all fathers are liars
as you exit th bathroom
towels wrap'd about you like cabbage
my hands are crab claws
you suggest look up some greek
what's left feet tenebrescence
tales told by light
i want to change your oil
i want to oil your hinges
but how is the song of the thrush
to compete with the song of the locomotive
she is a woman who knows
what she wants
and me i was born
yesterday