to take and not get back

and all of the fury
drips down
like shutter paint
on sills that
New England mornings
won't take inside the womb
and make comfortable
with slippers
tall scotches
packed pipes
dog pants of
obedience and
floppy, floopy ears
Rockwell paintings gone awry
I have lived them
you say 'no'
you think they do not exist
not in minds
not in kinds
not in paintings hung high
not in me
not with me
New Enlgand mornings
complete with greyed out
mornings of Rockport dismal
the days of black out
the days of Bearskin Neck
Hannah Jumper coaxes
necks to be hung and cut
but no one does
they buy you more drinks
and no one seems any wiser
except on the days of spouse birthdays