I long for words as pointed and direct as driven nails.

Bang, bang, bang, each blow directly on the head,

Driving the point home, joining board to board, thought to idea.

There is no glamour or stammer in rough carpentry.

This is not finish carpentry in which we inset the nail heads and carefully hide them with stainable putty.

Bang Bang,the structure takes shape,

walls go up, floors and ceilings take their place.

Defining space is the job of the architect and the framer,

not  decoration, frills, or tricks to fool the eye.

Bang Bang Bang.  I knock together a world,

and make it safe for you to join me in it.

As soon as I clear out the debris.