My guts on the floor
like sausage links
my insides together
and a sharp knife
in my left hand.
what’s in there.
I threaten to take a journey
but the journey, is not a threat
it’s real, and that, is different
like a bomb
and not an imaginary one
like a terrorist, who wants to do something about it.
I sit in comfortable warm rooms
and think about the damp woods.
Nature is pleasant
when the fear isn’t there.
Man must test himself, to know what he’s made of.
A woman I knew
that I doubted my manhood
and she told me, “Your friend is a man, but you… not really.”
I knew what she was doing
so I didn’t take it personal
so I didn’t say…
“You used to be pretty, but now you’re 45, and it looks like you’ve been used several times. You hang-out at the bars in Seattle, and no man will date you.”
The truth doesn’t need to be said; it only needs to be known, by the one unafraid of it.