still a partisan

frequently the nails
are dropped in the night's
sand the hammer falls from
my hand and the dream slips
away frequently the coughing
comes takes my breath fills
the mouth with spit and
chokes the words in their
anger frequently the moments
pause regarding me as not
yet dead but dying those
houses in the next world
semi-repaired not on the
market quite yet but any
day now frequently the jokes
limp into sight the structure
weakened no nails nor bolts
just limbs scattered in
the suicide's wake I feel
myself struggle from sleep
grasping the hammer like
Thor reminding himself
there is work to be done
frequently this makes
enough difference that I
rise and swallow my
medications pulling on
these jeans that shirt
walking out today's door
still hopeful still a partisan
still a partisan

The struggle to live well, to live with purpose, to overcome the robotic rhythms of routine, the closing walls of memory and belief. Thor's hammer of course is essentially a sexual metaphor. I am amused at how infrequently (heh) people recall the dominance of the penis in the life of the male. Perhaps it is because for the female the ruthless domination of genital desire is a different story. In any case, why do you think men are so threatened by gun control? It's a metaphor folks. I admit, in this case, to being a man. Frequently.