TSM 164

~ qbit 
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

22 thoughts on “TSM 164”

  2. 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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  5. 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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  6. 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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  7. 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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