Tap.
Whap whap.
So simple.
So hard.
Tap.
Whap whap.
Nail pouch.
To fingers.
Tap.
Release.
Whap whap.
Repeat.
Tap. Whap whap.
Sometimes all day.
Tap. Whap.
Strong guys, one stroke.
Tap. Whap whap whap.
Rookies, three blows. Whap. Oops, four.
Tap. Whap whap.
Me, I'm normal. Two hits.
Tap. Whap whap whap... Fooey!
Sometimes it bends.
Tap. Whap whap.
House, rising.
Tap. Whap whap.
Drumbeats, framing.
Tap. OUCH!
Missed.
Tap. Whap whap.
So simple. So hard.
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Construction Zone
PoesiaThere's dirt under my fingernails, sawdust in my hair. I'm proud to say I hammer nails. Install toilets. Hang drywall. Welcome to the construction zone. Note: I've had to "unpublish" a few poems from this collection because they are going to appear...
