Etch ‘n’ Sketch

mom told me about this toy
with a silver window placed
inside a red plastic box
with two white knobs.
she told me how a black line
glided across the window
as you turned the knobs.
i saw a young girl in a movie
turn this box upside down and shake
the sketch away.

i etch with safety pin, dried up pen tips;
sketch my life of pain:
right, past; left, present.

mom wishes she could turn me upside down and shake.

Chickenfucker

to Derek
for Ginet

Chicken poop
////// Concealer
////// Corn meal on beef
////// Traveling salesman
//////////////////////// Lay on the grass
//////////////////////// rubbermaid
//////////////////////// tupperware
//////////////////////// No protection in the pocket
///// Cock ////////// Cock /////////// Cock
/////////////////// a doodle
/////////////// everywhere find

Chicken poop
////// Spread eagle ///// too many
/////////////////////// times ///////// forms
/////////// promise //// bells ////////// jewels
/////////////////////// security ///////////// seafood alfredo
//////// Brownie points in bonfire
///////////// melt the chocolate //////////////// let it run
///////////// fill in the body ///////////// hiding
////// with a broken shell of volunteer fireman
//////////////////////////////////// army

//////////// Don't hate me
//////////// I don't ///////// Love me
//////////// I do, I will

Chicken poop
///// in fear to be
///// in anger . . . runs
///// from self from family from self from girl from self

/////////////// Eye socket left ripped
///////////////////// ripping lungs
///////////////////// ripping gut
///////////////////// ripping loins
///////////////////// promises ripped left ////// behind for
/////////// Jolie ole sole at the heel of me

Chicken poop
// Daddy wants to kill
// Brother wants to kill
/////////////////// the boy in the shell of a man: Chickenfucker
////// Mom . . . crying, dying for me
/////////////////////////////////// i'm the chick in fuck her

I so wish I could get the spacing in as it appears on my computer. All spacing disappears when I post. Anyone know how to combat this problem? Decided to use "///" to get the lines where they need to be. Hope it doesn't detract much from the poem. The spacing means as much as the words on this page.