To Assume Nothing, A Break From RealityPosted: 02/16/2012
Northern pine whispers. Bark shrieks;
Chain-saw that tree, kill her before she kills me.
That noise in the forest, assuming nothing.
Bereaved, huggers of mean,
Bald, doctors with no face
Drugs that don’t help any more at all;
That don’t solve, my resolve to be free;
Unchained from this tree.
Holding on for dear life,
Don’t cut her;
Loose from the Georgia Pacific.