Although I know you meant it
but couldn’t live like that and eventually started
throwing up stuff we didn’t put there.

Laments nearer the barrel imagine your presence,
but you are gathered within a residence of rented music,
biding your time till your father’s trial. Even you don’t know

if he committed the atrocity alleged. All those boys, all those clocks,
how come nobody saw? And if they did, who exaggerated?
That’s suburbia for your worst explosion, leaving the bloody centrifuge

only to find another forbidden cloth, the murdering rag, the gun
and other sordid accoutrements. You puked after you saw the screen,
that’s okay, so did I, everyone in the courtroom did, those pews

and your tennis shoes will never be clean.
But at least
they paid for lunch.