splitting logs
with a dull axe
I’m reminded of
one moment I tried
to tell the truth
my teeth unable
to sever the words
from my tongue
I pulled out
mid-sentence
with only a groan
to show for the effort
and an evening looming
much colder
than expected
it’s clouds I dislike when my soul is cold and hope must search in their shadows it’s clouds I need to force a houseclean or at least reduce the dust on my library of regrets it’s clouds I browbeat if
if you don’t care about the characters your heart falls asleep? life is no different anyone that tumbles into a well needs only confess regret and plead their deepest need to awaken neighbors who thro
for the raven who blows out his head feathers to attract a sweetie like a black-leathered Fonz he mumbles an off-color pickup line that cocks her head before both spot the ham sandwich on pumpernick