I Wanted to Be a Poet

to use

my words

to slap

the world 

across

the face, 

crack the surface

of everything 

I could grasp,

like the undulating groan 

of fissures echoing 

across a frozen lake, 

shake you awake

from your drudgery,

confining ideas,
little screens,
petty complaints,

hack away
at the tangle
of tethers 

to that
lesser world.