you carried him
you have carried him on your back through oceans of your sweat for a long while, now/ we both knew it was only a matter of time/ the big old boogeyman, time/ before you’d push back/ hard/ that way you push back when you push back/ it is always a boiling plasma like the sun whose gamma rays rush outward through all things but mostly flesh/ i could try to placate you (it would be a huge mistake and i am not stupid enough to make it) so we could both pretend that you aren’t really angry as hot piss/ pushing back, time, history, always history/ the past is always staggering year to year/ a strange wild drunk with a secret life/ poppa was a rolling stone wherever he laid his hat was his home/