The Clog

What stays in Doesn’t come out Nipples hard with milk When things are of another time They are of that time Not timeless They are no longer here Nipples hard with liquid or falsities White and soft I can’t get it out No matter how hard I yank Or pull and suck Face watching with my own Nipple in my mouth Like the room she’s in I went and I seduced But no matter what I couldn’t get her to leave Aqua and in the morning, coffee The bathroom gold and green No matter what I said She stayed there She had her own fantasies to wait for Milk that never comes out It grows inside Does it fold back in time I want to say it becomes different The man who grafted another face What poems I wrote for him No I want to say That when you came at me With the syringe That I loved you In gold and green You came at me Revision upon revision Of your love It wasn’t like you To give up I knocked and knocked And you went back Into your doorway What days The nipples rising With future things to come What happened to those thoughts To those people I loved that woman In the building Sunset road The place With the dead babies But no matter what I did How hard I yanked She would never leave I knocked and knocked No matter what I did Or said I just couldn’t Get her out of there