I am the Lumberjack, strong and sway,
Out and about to work a manly day.
"Will you swing your mighty ax?" less asked, more sung,
And I said "Boy, my axe already been swung".
"Oh sweet Jesus, where are we hiding the body?!"
"I'll make it into a cabin, that's a Lumberjack's hobby"
It takes skill and ingenuity to rank with Lumberjacks,
"Well good for you, that's thinking with your ax."
What is this?
But something so simple can mean so much
It can hold me together when i get mad
Make someone look like a lumberjack
Though how could I rely on a lumberjack?
I know this
None the less
They mean so much to me
The tough exteriors
All in all
I believe a lumberjack saved me today
I wish I were alone
I wish the earth would grow roots in my legs
and the trees would hug me
and let their vines swing around me
I wish the monkeys would swing off me
the butterflies would rest on me
the caterpillars would morph with me
I wish I weren't human
I wish the moss would take refuge
under my branches
And the leaves would grow from me
and change in the fall
and then fall down,
I wish I smelt moist
I wish I smelt of dirt,
of the soft breeze
of the sea
I wish I were alone
I wish you would forget about me
I wish I could forget about you
I hate it here,
let the earth suck me in
let the leaves weigh me down
let the lumberjack watch me fall
like when you stripped me of my skin
carve me, carve me
let me go.
I stopped by for a cigarette and to hear a story
He always told the tale of one eyed molly
She lost her eye
In a fight with a dog
The moral of the story was
Never trust something
Just because it may look harmless,
Even act harmless
But this day he told me another tale
The one of old Lumberjack Dale
He was large like an ogre
Chopped too many trees to know of
Was stupid according to my uncle
This gave me quite a chuckle
He left off, on a normal morning
Hiked up the mountain
To where the clear dirt’s mourning
Held his axe and began to swing
The trees didn't have a prayer
He thought he was king
One fell down
He yelled "TIMBER"
Another smacked the ground
He Yelled "TIMBER"
Birds were scattering
Squirrels were flying
The sounds were of a madman grunting through fire
The fifth hit the ground
The lumberjack ogre
Had to sit down
He swung one too many times, on this here day
The mountain swung back with a black bear, ok?
Protecting her cubs she wrestled the big man
Teeth in his arm and his axe in his hand
He squinted his eyes and flung the weapon
Missing the giant bear standing about 6' 11"
The mountain whispered to the lumberjack
"Leave and never come back"
He had pissed his pants and ran for the shack
The old black bear followed
Protecting her land
And the ones she adored
I fell asleep to procrastinate a panic attack and woke up dripping tears like motor oil slick and grimy black
it wasn’t a dream
it was a thought
I watched myself from above like a helpless god with a serrated knife in the grip of my wet shaking knuckles
I’m in a bathtub and I’m not trying to get clean I’m just trying to find a hiding place
the door is locked
my family is out
ain’t no on going to walk in
and I take my shaking wrist out of the water and get angry at the blueness of it
the spiderwebbing green that feeds my skin and bones
and I came down on tree branches making forests in my arms like a lumberjack in a bathtub
everything around me turned red
like the walls of my mothers womb were warm and black
so was my head in the murky blood-water
where I leaked sap from those blue branches so sticky and smooth
shimmering in the light
i brought my god body down and the blood to my lips
and tasted the sweetness of rust and wine and the reason I was thinking about any of this at all
Taken by my hand,
warped and aged with time,
rings and rings of life, ingrained beneath my skin,
you hold me with ease,
and, I unravel with gravity, falling apart.
I bend and lean with the wind,
a slight breeze from you,
is enough to shake me from the ground,
to the sky,
and everything is naked,
and everything is the truth,
and i stand here, before you,
as you hold an axe in your hands.
Ready to fell me,
and take me apart.
My roots are old,
my heart is protected with years of warped timber,
my heart is protected as peach pit,
my heart is protected with poison ivy.
Yet in the spring i blossom,
In the summer i shine bright as the very sun,
And in the autumn i renew myself,
ready to ride the winter's harsh code.
You take me within your grasp,
I am a cold wind,
I am a summers breeze;
I am the very essence of life within you,
As you come to me, and take me,
And take me apart,
I am ready to go,
I am ready to be burnt by the fire,
and become the earth again.
So come at me,
but be warned I stand tall,
and built strong,
but beneath the outer layers,
I am truly a phenomenal piece of work,
given from the universe,
Bring your axe,
Bring your rough hands,
Bring your words.
I am rejuvenated by you.