Throwing a clay
pot
is how you stick your
thumb
in the world's muddy
eye
Yeah, smash it down
good
grind it in and let the earth
turn
you're a weird little angry
god
There you go, that feels
better
now right? Scrap it all and start
over
just like poems, better luck next
time
So here goes: I pound it
flat
and scrape in a gyre of
grooves
with my unclipped finger
nails
welcome now please the
crow
to drop its beak down a record
player
and caw, claw us all back
to kingdom come
The Sunday Muse
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qbit 
Utterly love this, from “weird, angry god” to whatever benediction the crow’s giving out.
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Lolol! Thanks!
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Well this was definitely worth running through hoops to get to my friend! I love the imagery of the last stanza with the crow and the record player, and the turning turning turning like throwing clay. Brilliant!
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Ahahaha! Thanks!
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Immensely satisfying … if only.
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I love this! It’s like a long slow powerful punch to the world’s gut! Felt damned good reading it!
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Thank you!!
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Aw fuckinay qbit, I’m reading along, nodding, uh huh, uh huh, and then you place my head on the tee of that final stanza, wind up with your baseball bat like a Warmer Bros. cartoon character, and bash my brain into next month with that finish. Ay!
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Wahahaha! When all else fails, bring in a crow and ***jam his beak into a clay record player and see what comes out!!!!***
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There’s a great pent-up feeling to this, like the one that comes when nothing comes easy, but you’re too stubborn to quit. I like the fancy that the earth itself turns us like a potter’s wheel, annealing mistakes and starting us over with a little help from a DJ crow. It’s full of vivid images too, like the unclipped fingernails, which instantly gave me the tactile response of clay jammed up under them, pushing, chaotic, fighting back. Great stuff, qbit. Always a pleasure to read you.
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Venting frustration on a piece of clay, trying to unsculpt past poor choices, blame the muddy eye….while the crow caws knowingly, beak-directed to the solution.
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I love this vengeful, destructive, frustrated voice here. And that “you’re a weird little angry god” – such a great line!
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Lolol! Thanks!
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The anger claws its way through. Good job
Happy Sunday
Much💛love
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I’ll save this for when the world treats me badly, thanks, Q!!
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And keep that crow handy. I think he prefers jazz to classical, but I couldn’t tell. The clay record thingy was a bit scratchy…
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You put the dust through its paces in this one. Nothing a little rain can’t fix. Nicely done.
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome.
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Love this punching of the world’s eye, creating, recreating, from the mess we humans make of things.
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Aah! A power packed rant. You got me there, qbit 🙂
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Powerful as that first punch!
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