NECK OF THE WOODS
cut me
some slack
a huge swathe
a tidy sum
use a sharp sharp knife
or maybe a hospital scalpel
sterilized, sharpened
to such an
edge
can cut
cloud
or, on the other hand,
to move in an alternate direction
string me up
and hang me, let me
die 100% marionette
my
feet not
touching ground
not entirely convinced
you are fixed in viewpoint
regarding what
right and proper
to do with poems
in your
neck of the woods
and with those that write them
the jury
one day in, the next so very out
poems 2 die for 