down all the trees
in the forest.
You’ll still be lost
as a tourist.

You can cut
back the drinks
that numb the rage –
but what will assuage
your desire
for revenge?
Your passions as thick
as a megalith.

You can cut
into that piece
of cake.
But it won’t shake
the anguish.
In a minute it’ll be gone,
and your anguish
will live on.

You can cut
out people from
your life,
carve their hearts
with your knife,
but still be as confound
without them
frittering around.