Wednesday, May 9, 2012

simple tools

Breaker Bar

Every now and then I get the urge to lift
the simple slender breaker bar in my hands,
Snap a socket on the square pivot fitting

and go hunting for a big fat frozen bolt,
one that hasn’t budged in ages, rust bound
threads that yearn to give held fast by a split

spiral washer, a tense marriage of wedge
to pent up tension, for no reason other
than to feel the sheer unbridled joy

that comes from applying Archimedes
Law of the Lever, set to deliver
a stunning verdict proclaimed with a sharp

dry crack that travels through my hands and
arms and lights up some forgotten
constellation in a dark and dusty

corner of my brain, closing a circuit
that began with the simple slender
breaker bar bequeathed but rarely wielded,

a conjure stick to summon you back to
throw your weight around, tip the scales in my
favor, balanced absurdly here on the business end. 

1 comment:

  1. I read this on 3quarks and would like to say that this is one excellent poem. I shared it with a friend of mine who expressed great pleasure that someone had captured this experience on paper, and he suggested that a similar poem might be devoted to the comparable, yet entirely distinct, pleasure of using an easy-out.