I’m a queer sort of carpenter, I do

not know any other sort of my kind.

No, I do not have the tools to build, no glue

no nails, no hammer, no staples. My mind

is not balanced on a level, and not

measured on a ruler. I've sandblasted

no old furniture and thinned no paint. Got

myself pinched many times on the loose wood

pieces that stick up.  I haven’t worked with

soft ply, ingrained oak, Birchwood, or other

kinds you may know, just the ones you don’t. Smiths

who deal with iron, do not know of gold.

Although a carpenter I am, never

once did I say I was good. Not ever.