Games

That's daddy, there. Kick
Him! He's just a broken toy,
Now: kick him 'til he

Bleeds! 'Til his bones snap
Into irregular shapes
And his eyes cross like

A clown's.

Kick him 'til he feels
It. Kick him 'til he knows how
It feels to be for-

Got-

En.

Then ask him why he
Don't play no more, why he don't
Answer the phone when

You call, say goodnight
When you ask him, or do that
Thing he used to do -

That thing he did that
Made you laugh like nothing else
Did ' cuz daddy's blue,

Bloated and rotting,
Buried six feet under with
No games left to play

With

You.