the f u dance

comparison

so which is hotter
the coffee in my cup
or the air
i cut in chunks
so that i can breathe


sorry
seventhreeeleven

treehugger redux

so
i slammed into a hemlock
last winter in the plowtruck
and vowed it would be firewood
and today was the day

the rather scraggly tree
all long limbed and sunstarved
drooped along the brook
waiting for its coup de grace

it leaned a bit awkwardly so
i put the rope and the comealong
up high and pulled it taught
so it would fall just right

then
it fought back

every cut was a chore
as the saw chain tried
to bring the beast down
a slip and the stump cut
went a half inch awry
tapped a rock and
ruined the chain

the breeze
nonexistant minutes ago
now directed the beast into the brush
rope be damned
every brach caught the wind
and flew about
wrenching this way and that
as i tried to load them
onto the truck

get the whole mess up finally
and out back to stack
and
yup
one last f u dance
log rolls off the truck
and clips my achilles

how fitting

the bastard fought the entire way
and hated me
from the time i hit it with
ol frankenplow
to the moment
it lay in pieces and
still managed
to ruin my foot


sorry
seveneighteleven