For Quentin

Silently scrutinized scenery
Through the car window
Saw my transparent reflection
Stretched over a northeastern landscape
A meadow and a mighty river
Tick, throb, thud
Through my jaw
Heard my heart tock
Wondered how the countryside would age
Who would outlast one another
She or I
Innocent invented incest
Nature’s not my mother, but my sister
A whore and
Our Father
Has warned me all my life
She had nothing to lose
Not innocence
Just another sawdust doll
Swept from the dirty floor
Long lost lust
God’s message it’s
Chiming in my head
When the river swallows me
Set time free and
Time is how you tick it
He warned me all my life
Long long long
Blood tock from knuckles
Drip like sweat pulled
Over staring at a slut shattered
Window glass and sand and
Hit my see-through self and
Honeysuckle rush
In and
I choked
and