wake up, rod

For Him (Finally) ) and the rest of his life spent running from /- containing principles, kissing /- boys in the Autumn, oblivious to the sound of male smashing /- ceasing /- turning /- staring /- mouthing /- the boosters running for the bleachers. ) fucking pick up the phone, Papas, fucking pick up the phone, Papas, fucking pick up the /- [Mom] and [Dad], in the abstract, prostrated /- before the invisible altar, raising a revenant, ) but he gets out, keeps the )secret) on the inside of his lips, just beneath a ridge of wet cheek. Wrapped around /- his fingers, snaking, scratching up his arms, left in hair matted down from hands. )pick it up man, come on pick up the fu /- The king worships the followers, the skin of a palm pushed into side flesh, the gold gilds the cross, the young hairs on end. ) the inviolate object of the ball, the smell of pig leather and burnt bread curlicueing between parting lips /- parting between the /- parting behind) Send away, elders, for salvation. Call f...