Chip out bad mortar
dusty and frail
crumbling detritus.
Sweep it clean.
Fresh good mud,
stuffed into cracks
tuck pointing is
taking care of someone
else’s shoddy work
do it right the first time.
Strike the joint,
Seal it smooth and burnish
but what’s this sloppy unstruck bed?
Alright who didn’t wipe their ass?
A note on this month's blog: April is poetry month, and I have been double-dog-dared to write a poem every day this month. Apologies for my bad poems, only two weeks of this left.
dusty and frail
crumbling detritus.
Sweep it clean.
Fresh good mud,
stuffed into cracks
tuck pointing is
taking care of someone
else’s shoddy work
do it right the first time.
Strike the joint,
Seal it smooth and burnish
but what’s this sloppy unstruck bed?
Alright who didn’t wipe their ass?
Haha that's hilarious! Your poem gives me new respect for the men tuck pointing in my sister's home in Chicago IL. What they're doing makes more sense now.
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