father time

"Henri aeon volcanic sleep

when he shot he

swept the stratosphere"

that being so dozing

I almost interrupted myself

w/ a snort

after seven, the blanket 

remains time 

to turn on my father's light

and resume, lovingly and appreciatively,

my "studies"

come home and shuffle R
van over curb and swing

screen door to 

hear mother, 

sing

double fan

chorus exhaust,

pouring cooking over yard

and jar of preserved lemons

that fast spawn bacterial colonies

I pour that orange-green Eden

disc down the alley drain

hums my father the night

provides cover but isn't good,

says sister

moon faces us always, this 

I attribute to him