Somehow I'm not very Comfortable

Such poisonous families
I startle. Alarum, the feudal world.
I plowed the oil rig and plum blossom fields, the fields where they
danced half-ring, the
Aorta mortuary fields. The fields. If not for
The fields here, there are
Animal wanderings.

My father watched he watched
Outside the window he saw he saw
The comet streak klieg-light the setting light the world parcels off
into mindless.
Trees in essence flagrant assonance
I suck back into my mouth.

I am this chair, talking to him,
If the burden is to go back.
The world parcels off into seepage, capillary tea-bags he said, he
said I must work, I said
I had no dreams that night.
But allure the shoe-polished twilight,
Brunt flotilla of stars

This minus store amid the fields,
Amid the blight amid
The cold-ball bearing I yearn,
For you who lastly fueled breathing this air this air.