Pliers for hands with

bolts reinforcing clay visions,

of pine grains on unlacquered mind

buffed continually

on high gloss smiles.

With saber saw heat on pressed emotions

shrilling through its middle, piece by piece.

Falling not like runes, but broken legs

becoming stronger someway.

Walking in and out of memory, of rest

of eventual fate,

falling in cold-cast lap,

of quilt lining cracks and splinter skins

wrapping itself continually in its apron strings,

of making it weatherproofed and sealed.

Dirt floors spread wide-open for tired impressions

of making it stay awhile.

Chimney unchoked

for ma's smoked kettle plucking away

at the very greys of its wilderness home.

Crude lynching leftovers much anticipated,

bloodshot presence in forest's pit.

Candle wax waning

gravity's pleasure on crumbless table,

as down spirit is put to rest on featherbed.

Waking up to

unknown origin of comfort feelings

wanting to seduce the day, being set aside for now.

Chill seems to snake the covers,

crude reawakening begins again,

holding and gripping to luck of the draw.