Check Signature for Summer Camp Expenses

(Four Years Later)

The parameters in place for a man confronting unexpected divorce

In love with his wife and children

Are a distortion of the precepts of the American judicial system

Was there a crime?

Apparently the lack of a criminal or civil charge

Negate the necessity for a presumption of innocence of such an act

As it is evident to the people that he is in appearance a male

Portraying the role of a parent on paper 

Severing a marital conjoined torso is overtly simplified in feminine hands

Freedom lives in the back interest owed on a three trimester uterine hotel stay

This trump towers, any secondary frivolous claims are paltry circumstance

Blood is a one-way highway, love has to exit now for detour roadblocks 

Police officers place in the center of the interstate

Flashing lights, must turn around to avoid the investigation behind the barrier 

Her syllables came out in absolutes truncating discourse

Like nerve endings cauterized in a molten slice

Coagulating plasma cold on her side of the body

Bubbling veins of roads redirected to a mud-slick creek bed on his  

Flip the pickup truck cab caught in the hollow created by the ditch

Doors will not open; windshield cracked enough to crawl out

Survey the wreckage, no bystanders only whizzing automobiles

Set on a destination   

Reasons live in vulnerability constructed from her cotton swab skeleton

Assuming his was welded steel smelted from directives

Ego, automaton for intercourse, gladiator blood sports, rifles, batons

Antlers, engines, lassos, nails, saws, lumber, perspiration, urine, stench 

The softness was wiping up, impinged with burden

Tolerating the troglodyte’s blunt curmudgeon demands

Locked her in his tower he did and this declaration of independence

Is a sanctified constitution for time served under masculine tyranny 

His choices: depart immediately or see his offspring and spouse

Reside with the more clearly defined in-laws, in either, there is no we

Why has no perch, why is a bird with infinite wings and no feet, perpetually aloft

Yet in reality he has been cuckolded by a cuckoo  

Ignorance and faith combat, yet hurt is the knock out punch

Truth, facts, reality, have no place in divorce

From point zero, the only words he could speak

Were ones of mitigation or compounding, all syllables are dangerous   

The idea of this morning there was a whole, an even, and the sense of this child

Created and raised uniquely by these two humans, is now severed

The preponderance of accreditation is allocated maternally

The absence of that equity is a spoon eviscerating the guts of fatherhood  

Debate begins internally how can he stand his ground

To retrieve his intestines on the curb?  Stuff them back

Like a father’s hand into a Santa stocking on Christmas Eve

Depositing the seed of glee and a job description  

Vacant, fired, a man without a job is penis-less

Hitchhiker, shoe-polish sign pick a highway, plant is closed sir

Forms trickle in the mail like flag bearing heralds before the army’s arrival

Legal fill-in-the-blanks, accusations, discovery procedures documenting  

If a man had private surveillance to document what he should have, but did not know

Boomerang accusations that he and is daughter were oil and water, combative, hostile

Rage bottled and spilled across the wood planks of the house he moved across country

Back to her rural home town to build her, abrupt like Macondo billowing plumes  

The charcoal and the slick-black beguile the townspeople,

Contrast whispers, not even whispered, he knows it is useless to speak

Paper says, children too young to intervene

The railroad horn explodes around two a.m. every night, insomnia 

Crying is impossible, at desk, return from work attempt, dry

Nothing comes out, emote a parched heat burning under each duct

Shivering wanting to expel, but the tone reverberates into a dull clump

Incapable of vibrating into a liquid equivalent of a childish tantrum 

Anger calcified into a statue of pragmatism and ration

She has castrated his communication in familial exile

Of which there is no blood painted on his door, other than the trickle

That exists in his daughter like a hanging election chad 

Arguable, mutable, capable of being redefined

Yet the link is a muzzle, explosions would terminate

Shrapnel surely misconstrued cast onto to her miniature shoulders

Dolls with severed limbs and scissor hair

Blame the disconnect on this man that is still where

She use to live 

No time to emit a memory, photograph’s hang on the walls

Nails behind, un-tape the collages, destined to live in mirages

Of memories blur in incantations that sequences never occurred

Repeated enough and neither her, her or I, will ever reside  

In that world, only this post-landscape readying for travel

Reconstruct for battle 

A year to trial, first crow March go home no time to hear

Second crow June go home no time to hear

Third crow September, six hours and perjury is easier for her to remember

He says this child has an overabundance of people who love her

I will lay down my dreams to be here for her  

No go sir, your dreams are vapid dust here

Smeared on parchments, signatures legal, days allocated

He is only doing this to avoid payments, love is now the absence of extortion

Pin it up, lynch him shut, power suit the power of a cunt  

Vows are like toilet paper, precious when white, useless once unrolled

Can not get rid of it fast enough, He finally found out about him two years later

Dating, married, fathered her new son  

Contracts, payments, check in the mail to a woman with a new non-maiden name

For his daughter’s summer camp expenses, review the electronic bank clearing

Another’s man’s endorsement on the back of the check