Father Porno

The edge is all he will ever know
And the edge of what we will never know
The edge of the night,
And never at dawn?

Obsessions often called love
Neurotic reactions as old habits
Calling down the land line with drunken breath
He Wined to the front desk

You steadied so solid but he's your father and
We are the last hope for the ancient mystery
But we're biased and claim to be in love
A slide-show of motion in history

A two minute call from a subway a week ago
And you canÂ’t touch her feet
TheyÂ’re over your head
He's spinning now, or falling instead

Just an undone obsession
Stupid oiled infatuations
Old enough to know nothing and know better
But he's not old enough to break

Moving on eggs you are now her daddy?
And he longed for every detail
YouÂ’ll never tell us
But only because he knows better

He's the father who found his daughter in a porno
He's only a drunken weak and motel moment
There is no hope to the per-view paid
All are animals and lust, at last, and free

What to be made of this instinct abandoned in youth?
What to be mated to the intellect we abandon in old age?
What to be made in patriarchal existence?
The reverse?

Life is only lonely incest
Death as company is his only abstinence
Our senses are pornography in itself
Truth is colored invisible but never reduced

Truth seduced by death, the only means
Hot loins and a kick in the mother's groin,
In the first snow of the season
He's gonna shake it off
Cause she melted for him

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