cut

feels good to be free of all that gummed up paper,

amazing how the lava sets, suddenly all that rushing red is rough,

all that new wrought iron, is waste, is rust...

but then I cut some old cord,

some minor albatross,

and

I feel light, I feel limber,

like heavy timber floating down stream,

all of that gravity melted,

as I float like a bohemian...

shit happens, but when it happens,

there are ways, there are means.