Our only god the clock
has the face of a banjo
& three efficient fingers.
On the weekends we get
behind its wheel & go.
Drunk & loud, you want
everything to clatter apart
at once: breakdown! But
we’re out of the mountains,
so it’s full speed ahead,
boys — rewind & play.
When Earl says the word,
the snow will return to the sky.
Dave Bonta (bio) often suffers from imposter syndrome, but not in a bad way — more like some kind of flower-breathing dragon, pot-bellied and igneous. Be that as it may, all of his writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).
three fingers, and not a hand to pick with.
sigh
powerful stuff.
check out my local boys. Newly ensembled: Little Black Train. (I’m strongly encouraging more of their frailin’ banjo in their songs…)
fondly,
Dianne
Where can I find them online? All I saw on YouTube were covers of the song of that title. I liked the photo of your banjo-playing brother on your blog, though! Looks like quite a character.