Huntington is too far from town.
Daddy got a light on the car and he traveled down from his apartment
where he lives like a single man in the throes of his own throat cancer.
And that holy dome overshadowed his own.
Addison Road is reached by underground.
Brother got a job down in Aceh Province, down in the capital town playing gamelan, making out with the bells and the dancers.
In my shed I keep a dozen or so vials of lead.
And in the phosphorus glow I light your bed.
The plastics I make all day long melt our arms together.
In my shed I keep a thousand or so wires and threats.
And lord, I tangle them so!
Together.