my life is my elbow,
its constantly getting torn to
shreds, then
struck back together w/nails
much larger then 16 penny
    cuz im the son of a once-learnt
life carpenter
who knows his craft so well that he forgot.
that you measure twice and cut once.
cuz you cant re-add scrap material.
    his poor wife who puts wine on a table,
all 4 legs a different length, stained a
different color, the table all
wobbleyed

    its our responsibility
    its our irresponsible problem
    its our truth
    we are the carpenters sons