Monday, April 12, 2010

on cutting a tree

i am the axeman

driving the wedge

into my head

and spilling the dirt.

crack my chest

and pull out the weeds.

it's hard to scream

when your mouth is

a knothole.

i become

a wooden shell.


chip myself apart

by dropping on my axe

and turning into mulch.

trying to be a lumberjack

but i was always a splinter.

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