What is the big deal
about a horse-head in a bed?
I’ve seen scarier things on the subway.
Don Corleon’s got nothing
on The Dude, Ricky Bobby
or Lieutenant Frank Drebin.
Mark Wahlberg is a scarier
hit-man. I’ve seen scarier mustaches
in James Bond movies,
and tougher men
in the aisles of Fairway.
I’d rather watch a marathon of Star Wars.
– Scratch that – I’d rather watch
the prequels to Star Wars.
© Umansky 2013
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No one cares, Piggy.
Find your own way out.
Transportation can be unreliable.
Boys will be boys.
© Umansky 2013
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There is nothing deserving in you.
No great taste or color. You are
putrid, in the way that puke is
putrid. Your spice and scents are
ill-natured. My hot dog shuns you.
My corned-beef shuns you. Even, I, shun you.
You are not allowed in my kitchen.
I don’t care who might someday
crave your stench. I forbid you cross this
threshold. Mustard, you disgrace
the name of Seeds everywhere.
You disgrace all the fairies of
Midsummer Night’s Dream.
© Umansky 2013
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You ruin everything with your juice
and your pimples.
You don’t even know how
to share. You hog everything.
Why do you think those
French Fries want your kiss?
You’re so entitled. Why don’t
you just go back to your home?
We’re all stocked up, here.
© Umansky 2013
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Follow where all is/ follow the transfused/ follow what is still and what is still-attracting.
That light/that beauty/ that love/ that, that is massy-borne and rising-up, like a drifting star.
Like stars lift/ Like lifting stars. /Like the lifting of stars, I rose. I rise.
Rose. Rose. Like a thing beyond words: satiated.
Let lie in the ravage/ Let lie in what is ravaged-wrought
Why fear what hasn’t become?
I beckon, like light. /Like a star, I will beckon. / You will oblige./ You will lend the want. You will eclipse my blinding. You will know nothing. Nothing.
You will know nothing of what has been dark.
© Umansky 2013
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I’ll try and play along; any word would not be able to be enabled into a good way of handling.
If a brass tendered; or a brass-membered a message changed in coloring, I’d discuss it here.
I would take three courses, (for I’ve got a nasty tongue) and a pile of saucers and these old stories would tell of the so-simple exchange. A fault in syllable and letter started with a right-jerk, andandand a left-jerk; and, where I left-off,I shall then begin again.
Again, any dull man can and any dull man could and would. There’s no more to explain of this dance; it is a love-sweet thing and when salted or stale, it grows over-boiled and tart.
© Umansky 2013
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