I take a wrench to each temple
unscrewing bolts used to hold in
the gray and red sediment
pull out a handful, and begin.
Upon the spinning wheel I throw
a formless character yet to be
until I choose which way to go
and become a piece of pottery.
But my mind dances in fragility
so I move my hands deliberately
as to create without any haste
or ruin my clay's graceful shape.
Dissatisfied, I grab a tool and scrape
the useless remains of my broken brain
and throw them back into my skull,
my once sharp mind now completely dull.
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 7:06 PM UTC
I take a wrench to each temple
unscrewing bolts used to hold in
the gray and red sediment
pull out a handful, and begin.
Upon the spinning wheel I throw
a formless character yet to be
until I choose which way to go
and become a piece of pottery.
But my mind dances in fragility
so I move my hands deliberately
as to create without any haste
or ruin my clay's graceful shape.
Dissatisfied, I grab a tool and scrape
the useless remains of my broken brain
and throw them back into my skull,
my once sharp mind now completely dull.
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