Urreligion

the tartaned heart
I am foraging

neon wandering
neon icon

"I am for opening the door."
to whom
I know

It is.

I emerge from tomes of destruction
dusty with ink dust and paper dust

I emerge with exoskeletor grasping
a generic America
a specific America

on tongues waggish
in brains braggish

my striped tie is wilting
under the heat of fatherhood

my tartaned heart
corrugates my britches to and from
work

for my wife,
I scorch

this rapture of boyhood
warshes away
Merrie America
and I stand a precipice edge

ordinances blasting starry eyes
into the Nashville skyline

my bicycle's name is Chesterbelloc
my daughter's name is Finley