No Named Thing's Worth Keeping

Who's been chucking dixie cups

in the dried up tombs

and who's been swapping out

my souvenirs for slop

Every little thing I feel's 

the realest whittled spear

and every pithy phrase I fake

ties the dumb mouth that I've got

Who's been tossing rotten fruit

in my office garbage pail

as it blackened past a puckered thumb

a slivered molar caught my tongue

God someone pass me back that bottle

someone balk my drunked up grief

someone ready my old kneeling pads

I'll punch in my pink knees, say:

Our father was a flag pole

and our mother was a widow

Say we've never had a brother 

and we'll never be born

Say we've never been but wailing

towers of skidding silver tacks

Say now's the time we won't stop curling

what they razed comes sprouting back

Someone type up all the rules 

of an emotional whore 

Bawl it in the yard this time:

Home's where you know

that nothing's yours