My family does own some land where the river is widenAt night I see my memories dimly dying on the other sidenI know that I am now all bitterness and tartnAnatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heartnnYou rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I've worn to bonenI only notice that you're glowing when I'm feeling so ever alonenDrunken with the children now too many times to complainnTrustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful sopping hole andnNow it's nothing but a bathtub drainnnThe latter days are harder than I ever could've knownnCome back to retrieve me sometime soonnIf the latter days are ending then I hope I'm ending toonAnd buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me andnAlways blowing, so my body's bent and bowingnDeep into the day's ending in summernThe latter days are always panting like a second-comernnAll the fleshy statues of the city-square goodbyesnAre flinging smooth-skin trinities and nakedness up into my eyesnNaked swan-necked girls, your arching backs into the sunnThe highway ditch's black clouds split the median andnBreathing in of all the ribs of every bathing onennAnd in those trash-pit-ponds you bathe andnOh, how you all gleamnMindlessly bright where you're wet innYour eye-lashing, fluid-splashing, rapid-flashingnCanal-bleaching dreamnFor men