The cocksuckers bloom like Baby’s breath as he claims
All attention on arrival
Because his
Pin pricked skin flies solo in that Baby’s mouth
It lingers on the convenient store’s door as he clenches his mother
The girl’s pleading face taped between calendars and advertisements
In anticipation of being found
Though we know she never will

I sip iron while key lime is passed around the chemical factory
Worker’s skin melts into uranium which is planted under ketchup bottles in my back yard
I ignore brother’s calls while blisters form on his palms
The shovel lies limp on the ground
Puppy does a ballet dance around the grave

All the blank pages spent forgotten are just crinkled and wrinkled with age
Tucked between attitudes upon attitudes
Hidden beside knee impressions where the cocksuckers knelt in the stale room
Only moments ago

With a whisper satellites beyond lint and moth balls
Set beside Algernon’s tale in Metropolis
I sit
Awaiting your gleaming entrance in the confines of this powder room
Reeking of tennis balls and ambrosia
A southern funeral on a willowy Sunday where
Adeline skips rocks with William
The day is undone

In the sepia picture, dog eared years before
I find where my angst
Spewed at your departure
Where on that very morning
You asked for your eggs served sunny side up