>For My Daughter

>Imperfect mythologies

swallow studied now bitter
sweet waves from where
Gone missing Dante’s crunch
no accounting footprints in ash or
Chaucer his village
Proletariat and idiots beating
rice paddies thigh high
water syrupy with snakes
Jain my daughter
her child Maude
just fallen
Out of style again
in a chrome stroller
Jain of no command
Wishes many things
misses her father
will she know
The Jews cover their heads
the rich eclipse their eyes
I wore a circle on a chain
Rippling musculature black
rivers crashbang cheekbones
I wore a circle on a chain
Broadcast 9mm DAO
isolation blue hirsute
sea moss a society of
& afloat on a slither
bullets ripple unrung
what wild purple figs
Everything is out of sequence
i have made the world this way for
Are my
my god
Daughter gone now lost
to her own precious only
biology etymology tautology
History Grand Daughter
no traceable sniff no sugar
the R from 53rd Street to White Hall
My own enjambment bored
beating endstops.

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