It's Dark in a Box Built by the Father

  Tell me are you dark?

Is it dark in the box?

Show me. Do you

always have pride

in your work?

You have taught

me well. Life

is a flying pig and

you are a closet.

I live in the sky today

and refuse to look

down on my guy.

Why did you hate

your father? Why

did you turn me

into him? I live inside

shapes for days, electric

cables and clouds

give me what I need.

I’m for the man

who drives the hammer.

The ones left out

in cold, at work,

spirited, unchurched.