The caravan of incest

Dog hair falls from the sky
Back into my imprisoned memories
Teeth heavy
Crystalized perception
Looking at you but seeing him
Clarity in your rice crispy eyes
Deep into that fathered darkness
Reflections in my tears
Screaming his name
I crave the paternal potato
The lonely strangling
Only this and dick cheese
By the grave I saw the mirrors
Met the ghost of duplications
He warned me about the zodiacal light
I was a mouth and you a ham
We harmonised in mundane serenity
I kissed the feet of clouds
The Coupe called my name
‘Ell’
He was home, he came back
Naive admiration for a life I never lived