Everyone turns on oneself;
an axel of one's own making—
screws tightening in their earth,
in the direction of a clock—
unbinds around the suns as
houses that ate themselves with turns,
clockwise tights and wise counters
left holes as big as screwheads wondering...
for the sunk screws ate the boards
by people and so joined the house,
we have cut and tied together
before synthetic things, before
our sawteeth ate the trees and
heavens and earths divided and
—'cause the first cell divided! and
still not mended though it's still joining.
Started while residing on Columbus Ave. in Syracuse, NY; 1993 or 1994, aged 25 or 26.
Well yes, nails not screws are typically used to fasten boards together when building a house but… poetic license.
Writings By Erick Heins 