Peter Gizzi

  Tell me are you dark?



Is it dark in the box?



Show me. Do you



always have pride



in your work?



You have taught



me well. Life



is a flying pig and



you are a closet.



I live in the sky today



and refuse to look



down on my guy.



Why did you hate



your father? Why



did you turn me



into him? I live inside



shapes for days, electric



cables and clouds



give me what I need.



I’m for the man



who drives the hammer.



The ones left out



in cold, at work,



spirited, unchurched.