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POEM: How I killed the carpenter



I bought some wood the other day,
To finally give a chance to the carpenter inside me
Which screams every night while I try to write a poem
Or while I try to fall asleep and think of dreaming about ‘her’.
The carpenter keeps murmuring, like an irritating child
That he can build a bed, a sofa
And even a house sometime- what an idiot.
So I gave him a chance, at last.

And after I chopped the woods in pieces,
Polished them, cleaned them, flattened them, hammered nails through them
I sat back, staring at what I made.
I made an awful stool, uneven and ugly.
‘What the hell,’ I said, feeling disgusted
And kicking that away and pulled the liquor bottle
Kept at one corner of the dinner table.
I drank to forget my embarrassment.
I drank more because the alcohol tasted good now.
And the more I drank, the more I realized,
The ugly stool wasn’t that ugly though.
It started to look beautiful as my brain started to go fuzzy.

The stool was acting more like a woman,
Changing every moment,
Man does not change much,
If he is an asshole, he’ll remain an asshole;
And if he is hitting on other women when he is with you, he will remain so.
But woman, God, they change so much,
They change with marriage, love, lie, alcohol,
Children, age, makeup and the knowledge of her
Husband forgetting her birthday or their marriage anniversary.

And random thoughts start to occupy my drunk brain.
Well, a drunken man is like a woman,
Full of philosophies, old stories, realizations
And often he cries, but don’t remind him of his tears when he is sober.
Men do not like behaving like women,

Or the world could have been a peaceful place
And instead of www we would have awww.
I did not know when I fell asleep,
And when I woke up next morning on the ground,
With the empty bottle by my head,
I saw the hideous stool lying a few feet from me.

And ‘her’ picture hanging on the wall over me.
I remembered, I hate her for not loving me
But I love her still for smiling at me while I took that photo.
I got up and kicked the ugly stool hard,

Made a scream for I broke my one toe,
And this is how I killed the carpenter inside me
But it screams still.
Asshole.


-Ron’e Dot