Monday, March 18, 2013

poem || Jeff Harrison

The Glove At Last

drowninglessness, doesn't seem to focus,
preparedlessness, where's the thrill in being entertaining,
nimblelessness, is nonetheless refined in personal affairs,
rattlelessness, our morning, noon, & night is fast darkening,
drosslessness, a close inspection, please, of your curtseys,
unsteadylessness, a smile is upon nearly all you gaunt dogs,
skylessness, the baskets full of skylessness-larks now,
crownlessness, with the shawl now taking liscence,
furtivelessness, the guards are answered with bold intimacy
footsteplessness, there's plenty more where that came from,
mutualessness, miniature among the giants just in time,
blanklessness, sweep the dear child into the lovely premises,
shrewdlessness, my winding-sheet will accept no favors from you,
donkeylessness, she, with a melancholy air, put on her glove finger by finger

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