Strands
Can’t stop stompstomp stomping on what is packed
with echoes.
Echoes of: the actual
the contractual
the factual
In the end , it was the less-flawed that won
::the less-finished::
(where I was victorious – even notorious)
*
Nonetheless, I looked up the chances.
felt through drawers
re-scented linings all to know: compassion and vitality.
*
A critic would’ve seen holes:
tears
gathers
pulls, even,
but I see against the grain.
*
It may not be my field
making analogies (or is it?)
but everything changes when you take soap out of it.
say goodbye to tangles
nothing is left tepid.
*
I’m writing to hooks.
to that peacoat; that hat; that scarf; that sweater; that umbrella;
*
It’s in the domesticities:
the plastic bags
the tissues
the paper towels
what’s stuck in the drain
and yes, the top sheet
*
Play equals pleasure
I’m still interested in what lingers
Keep it / lose it/ keep it/ lose it/ keep it/ lose it / keep
What I’m talking about is real.
Nonsense is a close call
(or curtain- call.)
I always wanted to dance.
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Never,
never, never, never,
never-ever, cap
the brave.
© Umansky 2010
blog of poet, leah umansky 