Tuesday afternoon construction projects,
i am framing an argument,
holding my hammer white
knuckled tight.
If I had a hammer,
I'd hammer in the morning...
i would hammer the love between us all,
helping clarify between
getting what you want
and having what you get.
i would hammer it's face
till i was breathless,
standing at the left of what is right,
writing about what is left.
Can most of us tell the difference anymore?
Don't answer that...
you can't. You don't know how.
Don't speak to me about love,
or how if you don't have it
you will surely die from
neglect or razor slashes from
your own hand.
You would end the same if
you had what you thought
it was, because it isn't
that at all.