The Abstracted Jackhammer

[Tiger the Lion]

The Abstracted Jackhammer





He's sick of concrete;

sick of belittled gems

angling prayer toward the sun

to one day again, reflect more than grey.

 

He's sick of huddled grains of sand

squatting between the toes of content,

rallying to erode rest;

drunk and conceited with numbers.

 

He's sick of Styrofoam salads

promising the sun

while the earth forever gives birth

under a cloud of speculation.

 

He's sick of barnacles

lobbying for free trade at low tide;

stowed away on apathy—

under Titanic immunity.

 

He's sick of dull words

playing whore in a Bull market,

seducing both mammon and men

with the same loose lips.

 

He's sick of us pitching disaster

to terrified men—

just to get them to work on time.

Love the poem, though I'm still coming to grips with meaning.  First off, the title causes me to read the repeated "he's" as the Jackhammer.  But the Abstracted Jackhammer throws me a curve.  The Distracted Jackhammer I would understand.



Some really great imagery in every stanza.  It moves from the concrete through its metamorphing into something that at least sounds to me political.  But as I said, still putting this one together in my head.



Tim

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the imagery forms a natural progression and links the stanzas together as the meaning also seems to transform from those initial 

belittled gems
angling prayer toward the sun
to one day again, reflect more than grey

to the 


dull words
playing whore in a Bull market,
seducing both mammon and men
with the same loose lips.

and on to the last lines.

I don't think the last laines do the poem justice.  Maybe look at them.

Thanks TB. Digesting your read. But yes, He is the jackhammer, or at least identifies as such.