The roar.

The jackhammer pounds.

The welding crackle.

Familiar sounds.

I’m not chained down to a desk.

A nest.

I’m free to spit and swear and kick shit

unlike the rest.

The blueprint a scatter

of blueprint lines.

My blueprint guide

mapping out time.

And I don’t have

to take it home.

When the afternoon comes

and the chain fence closes.

Cuz I hit it

with a hammer.

I killed it with one good stroke

in the clamor.

I threw it from a ladder’

Saw it crash into the dust.

I beat it with a sander.

Removed all its rust.

I pushed it over the edge.

Watched it fall and break.

I piled it up

and got rid of its waste.