Awaken unto the creaking boards beneath the bed,
Nothing rests this resting head
Take up a hammer and strike clean through hardwood
So the creaking feels a splintering satisfaction
Ah, destiny
Playing god yet again
Feeling my way through the dark to find a leaky ceiling with a puddle below
Take up a hammer and strike clean through hardwood
The water drips to the ground now and I welcome plants
Nothing wasted
Maybe I’ll sleep
Men have their needs
Stuck to the hammer which has flipped this house
Struck the damned damners what hath shifted my countenance
My frown is painted on the walls with caulk
My smile is rooted in the ground through a porous floor
Taking my hammer and seeing where my emotions lie
Pining after an unstricken life