Axed

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A branch with braces
abrasive and abandoned,
debarking the tree trunk
to reveal the ancient pine,
flesh to fill and nourish
with sappy disdain
on the thin side of a blade.
A slight breeze
could snap feeble body to the ground
and make me a twig for
small campfires,
a wand of smoky play,
youthful elegance and
teenage abuse.
Believing a treehouse could work here
if only the tree was killing itself
from the inside out.

Behaviorism

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Men are pigs
if pigs could fly.
Man already flew
over the cuckoos nest.
Behaviors shaped by steel
razors cut in barbershop windows,
selling thick cut bacon
for all the housewives
wined enough to
accept a man’s money
and try to change him
to a family man, these
greasy, no good men.