Trim back the parts of me protruding
unwantingly in everyone’s face

Sever from me the dead branches that no longer
serve except to scrape my fellows’ sensitivity

Pluck off these withered and unrecognizable
leaves that pitifully and desperately
held on throughout Winter              

Uproot these weeds of deeply burrowed
manipulations and please pour a gallon
of **** killer on my roots

Smash the restless tendencies of ants,
ever planning and controlling; cave in
their castle of lies

Did you notice that black widow spider
patiently waiting to poison all that is dear
in my life?

While at it, might as well neatly scoop up
the rocks and pebbles of thoughts and
reason that have scattered across the drive way
and put them back into proper context.