neilsthepoet blog: My Ax

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

My Ax

I will
If nobody else will

Pick up my ax

And crash it into your shoulder
Cut right through your collar bone
Openly expose your chest cavity
And see if you’ve got a heart at home

At the end of a long day

Of taking care of shelter
And one of my favorite steeds
I’ve still got time for slaughter
Time for one more bloody deed

To hunt you down by your tracks

And put an end to the pain
Of what it means to have no dreams
To have no name in the red flames
To sound like some kind of burbling stream

That incoherently offers up the way you pray

Arrogantly presenting a challenge
Casting degradation like some boy
But these pens and swords and other tools
Are not all used as toys

I will
If nobody else will

Pick up my ax
At the end of a long day
To hunt you down by your tracks
That incoherently offer up the way you pray

And answer not in kind
With comments and common negativities
But with a flash that takes out the trash
Such as is your life and its uttered inanities

7:58 pm
written over a few days



Anonymous Anonymous said...

nailz...hey let bubba sharpen that steel heart finder so i can draw the cutaway of the chosen by god to destroy our works-like da vinci.maybe we could use that wallet fattened by political "grants" to shine those mil/u.s. buttons they hate[that we earned as we learned to love that flag they hate]please let me hone[the ax] love+repect,bubba

March 9, 2006 at 9:37 PM  
Blogger Meg said...

i love your style. why have you stopped?

April 19, 2006 at 12:23 PM  

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