To a Man With a Hammer...

Speak to say?
Or speak to speak?
Mean to mean?
Or mean to do?
But if you do, you've got to mean,
and if you mean you've got to say.
(Which in the long run makes poetry writing difficult,
because poetry's all about a million effects
that don't really fall under the domain of "purpose.")
I guess it's about expression,
but expression for its own sake is a luxury,
almost a vice.

A housepainter probably isn't too impressed
when he goes to an art gallery,
if you take my meaning.
What matters about the hammer is that it drives nails.
What matters about light is that it shines in darkness.

If there's anything great about the human race,
it's that they invented straight lines.

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(Photo credit: "Hammer" from Jerry Swiatek on flickr)