One Divine Hammer

The singsong,
though nearly buried by itself
remains potent, bracing.
It's nature vs nature, baby!

Thunder against lightning.
There is no way around it.

I enter the hardware store
not knowing if my reach
exceeds my grasp or if
the sweetness of my need is audible
to the cashier or the other customers.

Humid guitars, worse than flop sweat.

Yes, I was born stupid,
but no, I will not leave here
empty-handed.