you are deep inside me like fish guts
your beard and the circles under your eyes
cackle tooth decay into my brain, into my me
my only sacred me that you fuck, you smelly old man,
with your failed penis, of failure.
you are too close for comfort.

You were never as old as I wanted you to be.
No one ever is.
No grandfathers wait with their wisdom at the end of the road.
you find them lying down, and they stink.
They stink to high heaven.