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Punching Trees

from Getting High by Jonathan Burks



Punching Trees

bound to crack some eggs when you're hatching plan
I'm breaking dirty, I got hatchet hands
there's more than one way to get across
I'm riding backdraft, tossing matches like a boss

small mind fit inside small frame
hanging big picture on the walls of my brain
adjust the angle of the view
till the colors pop and the sound rings true

ear to the ground, rumble pulling me down the road
that siren song got me locked in like Hypnotoad
moving forward, I've gathered my wits
they're tied up in a kerchief at the end of a stick

how lucid is the dream
how tight is the stitch of the seam
there's glue in everything
there aint no meant to be

carving a fit for my frequency in the mix
high pass the mud, notch filter my niche 
eyes peeled, poised to grab the glitch
010 01 get it in

feet in my shoes and a new attitude
abide like The Dude when life gets rude
I'm punching trees, gathering building blocks
plucking the fruit of hard knocks

pockets in my clothes
holes in my prose
songbird takes (absorbing) life from the worm in the rose
I'm building flight (getting light) off the meat of the blight
toss my view my view like a kite to catch a higher sight


from Getting High, released November 10, 2017




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