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
