my father.

my father,
I do not want to see you perish.

I yearn you to pee on property
and field-dress cigarettes.

I allow you to shake
when the rhythm is not
yours.

I want to bleed with you,
want a back-deck brawl
that we both imagined.

my father,
I want to see human
streams sprawl
upon your farmer
face.

for so long we knocked engines
of a different rumble.

but now I know your cadence
and I want to rejoice
with you.

one engine,
with sidecar.

"I yearn" couplet awkward.
I think the intention of the poem is clear and the wording is careful, of course. And the last three bits, "for so long we knocked" works.
The back-deck brawl and human streams sprawl seems forced.

but this is workable.

this is a really interesting poem.

have you done anything with it?