#forestry
timber
down falls the old growth
to be cut to pieces
tumbles
dropped into the ropes draped
towering, it is now laid to rest
down
the forest floor becomes a new bed
dread before, what comes next
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
inside of me a storm rages
inside of me an old man has a stroke
inside the fire blazes
fresh bricks of burning coal
there is emptiness in me
and it fills me up
so much so
i drown everyday
drinking up a cup
of nothing but the old
made of memories
mostly bad, but some good
adding to them each day
naught but rotting wood
and your family
termites
and your friends
pests
and your lover
a lumberer
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:17 AM UTC
the forestry rocking,
the love of esquire beats down,
I take to surest heights.
Of that I have confound.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC