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my daughter ate all the locks
so frozen out
another gone
farther out
father gone

in the morning
at three
we saw blind hounds
eat the moon
spit it out as gold
we hoarded it
called her mother
said now
we’re doing okay
can’t you tell
all this wealth
burning us up

my son is a six armed sun
he destroys himself
with empty holes
and
and
yellow faces
cowards
but that makes it better
anyway

I’m a father in a crypt
with lampshades for my eyes
kisses from the dearly departed
from the past years of my life
and if it weren’t so strange
we would consider it strange

I don’t feel an ounce better
we keep fixing the poison
embalming ourselves
myself
with the thought of a nice life
and a wife
with a faith
against my own faithless chest

now listen to those hounds
eat the moon