I poked a hole through a wall
and looked through the hole.
I found literary genius through
this eye that looked through the frame.
There was a man using his hammer.
He pounded with all his force
until nails created walls
and studs that would never fall.
Behind this scene the whole world fell.
The nails that held it up couldn't take
the pressures of trying to hold it together.
Down past the building that was nearly complete
were screams and yells about mistrust
over unproven infidelities that were
powered by swallowed insecurities.
Trust fell down like unfastened trusses.
Behind the wall next to the hammerman,
I hear unmoral babbles from a foreman to his apprentice.
He yells, 'Quit fuckin' around and move faster.'
'I'm doing the best I can! '
'Well your best sucks...move faster! ',
because the heart is a dying tool
like manual powered tools.
Everything is headed for the outhouse,
somebody clean out the outhouse.
It is presently past due and the
dates have faded away on the record sheet.
Somebody save us all because the past teachings
are fading like ink written lines
partially washed away by water.
People unite and build
a new house of dreams and morals.
Before we run out of nails
to remodel the one we currently have,
because soon it will all just fall apart.

Cokbod Lodwogo

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