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.