Full Decay

“It’s all good,” the father says Over and over again Hunched above the kitchen sink A wild eye on what I can’t see The dark beyond Holding on, holding on By the blurred outline of familiar shapes And extinguished scents From a time and place Crashing down and collapsing in— the here and the now with the then Is that where he goes? Is that where he’s been? In the parking lot Cheap boots and a loose coat His face goes white Like he’s seen a ghost A nightmare in the plain of day I feel him brace when she says his name The dark beyond Holding on, holding on A mother and a lover in full decay, The world loses shape— A time and place Crashes down and collapses in. The here and the now with the then. Is this where they go Is this where they’ve been Crashing down and collapsing in Is this where they go? Is this where they’ve been?