Sledgehammer

The World is a Brick Wall
with Windows and Doors
Painted on
as a Joke.
Realistic
Enough
if you Want it
Enough
have Faith
Enough
to Hope for the Best.
Keep Pounding
they say
your Bloodstains are Progress.

He was born
Sledgehammer in Hand
and was taught to Swing it like a Man.
Use your legs
they said
and pivot round your hip.
Use your legs and pivot round your hip.
Eyes on the Prize on the Other Side.

Instead
he Found
and Picked up
off the Ground
a worn down
dirty
old Paintbrush
and covered his Wall
as far as he could Reach
in thoughtful Writing
Painting Pretty Pictures.

Sometimes he would sit
Alone with his Wall
for hours
staring
Proud of his Work.
No one else ever came there much
and when they did
they said:
Right.
Paint.
Nice.
Now Knock it the Fuck Down.
Your Life awaits on the other side.
Why don’t you use your
Sledgehammer?

Read & Write

I read the world
The world is a book to me

I
read people
read rooms
read situations
read conversations

I read
almost hidden expressions on faces
dilated pupils
averted gazes

I
read you
read me
read us
read them

and then
I write it
dictated back
by
the voices in my head