Duncan

I'd like to have a boy.

I'd name him Clem or Duncan.

I'd dress him in his own loose skin

& feed him through a trumpet.

I'd watch him smirk and shudder-shake

I'd listen, without trial

I'd let my Duncan orchestrate

his drunken dad's survival.

I'd like young Duncan

to be frayed

and splattered with delusion

I'd let him bake

his monkey bread

with crutons

drenched in droolings.

or better yet I'll let him loose

with a switchblade and a yearning.

I'll let young Duncan

marinate

in pools of disillusion.

I'll soak his uncut fingernails

in puddles of spilt bourbon,

and let poor Duncan

illustrate

a portrait

of his choosing.

I'd let sweet Duncan

barricade

his hopes

from my confusions.

I think I'd like to have a boy

I'll probably name him Duncan

I'll dress him in his own loose skin

and let him live his life