Archive for October 5, 1993

Lincoln Logs

Posted: October 5, 1993 in Poetry
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One blank piece of paper,
ruined by the Poet,
using whole trees to push my craft
on you like your first heroin fix,
or that coffee you can’t do without.
whole trees; I throw them at you
like lincoln logs or tinker toys
from an irritated baby.
eat them.