Joshua feel, Joshua flee
and cast down your bloody trimming shears
or trim away the parts that like
to trim and unJoshua your fears
and the parts that tend to forget your strikes.
Rip out your dictionary entry
and mail it to Webster, who is dead,
with revisions of your inner state.
You are not bound by what you've done
or by the taller trees that wait
for you to climb into the sun.
You can swim the deep end in your head
but hydrophobia can rotyour mind.
These wounds would heal if kept
uncovered in the air and some
could make it all feel better except
you tend to keep them hidden from
them and Joshua needs to not.