Second Set
The faux- everyday is beyond the bed.
The moment’s memory is hidden in today.
The heart of intelligence lies in bed
With that of the mind; the stare and who can say.
Acknowledge history; acknowledge facts; even the president.
Trying something on could be like papering a town or heralding a republic.
Away with the comic possibilities; up and away.
The magic of something is everywhere is everything is never sick.
*
Aren’t we all just homonyms; substituting roles for others and everything?
Let’s give this a rolling quality; a tongue curl; say,
You want repetition; Say, you want this gift; this tinged moment; not good-bye.
You can’t do everything; the shortest story in the world still points to you, but take it away.
This could’ve been vulgar; we all strive for authority and we all know what we want.
What do I supply to others; what do I emit; what star?
*
I could step back from the history; but the worst has happened. The worst is out.
I want to understand the wrong and imitate it; revise it [Are
You listening?] This could be a song of gratitude; I am risking a callous. I do
Recognize the accused. I did organize my language; I do
Understand this history; this medium; but there is so much I have been and want to be.
About blushing; It is not; I didn’t mean; I didn’t know; (no – I knew everything).
It’s terrifically realistic, the way one understands, one appropriates. It’s me.
(c ) Umansky 2010
blog of poet, leah umansky 
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