--JUST ANOTHER WHITE TRASH COUNTY KISS

Happy Father's Day

I know you can hit

because I've seen 

the busted sheetrock

broken eye sockets

goldfish gnawing on fingers

at the bottom of a 

pitch-perfect black bowl

It's not that easy being green

looking east when there's

an inferno

right here in my lap

burning my boyhood down

But you must have said 

you loved her 

and maybe also us

though there are bloody 

teeth in the sink while 

your knuckles gleam like a 

series of triumphant moons

Dad--you are my dad, right?--

raise the butcher knife high

kill the monster and please for once 

be the man you were meant to be