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