Tiptop

~ qbit 
The Good Lord had extra bolts and screws left over
after Creation and the “Let there be light” thing –
might have skipped a step or two, left off a cover
from the Ikea Universe assembly kit, missed some springs

and glue. Oh well, the drawers and humans almost fit
but a little rickety. The angel painting crew called in
to “put some lipstick on that” and get some spit
and polish on the world. Some said “it’s a sin”

but I love the cockeyed dawn and rattletrap stars,
the bugs with too many eyes, the fish with none.
Love tipping between perfection and chaos. The diamond scars
of a world that could be gone in a blink of sun.

Small gifts, these errors of heaven. 
My day rises, fills, bread with leaven.

For Desperate Poets

14 thoughts on “Tiptop”

  2. No matter what is happening in my world, reading your poetry gives me pause for thought, the opportunity to quietly reflect / digest what I am reading. You never disappoint. Thank you.

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  4. I come to think perfection is an error of heaven — surely Man (OK, The Human) summit of creation, has precipitated the greatest fall, taking the Earth to fiery hell. Life has a way of addressing its bungles, dinosaurs failing to beat heat those bitty mammals survived, cockroaches feasting on human remains. But the tipping here is fascinating and well-accounted. And how many times did a bungled poem reveal sunshine through the crack of its bung?

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  5. This is just a fine and flashing little bit of work in your best quirky style, qbit, and I love it all, but especially the penultimate stanza “..the cockeyed dawn and rattletrap stars,
    the bugs with too many eyes, the fish with none…” Made me smile, and I can use all of those I can get. Thanks for bearing with my slow responses. The heat has pretty much fried what’s left of my minute reservoirs of energy.

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