Love then death.

Just this morning I threw out the worn paisley couch,

the one that sat in the basement with the matching antimacassar's of

embroidered cutwork on it's arms. The same one we

fucked each others brains out on, into the wildness of

alleyways. Choices are as Jupiter

sorting out it's lesser moons, it's little brown

ecliptic children

with runny noses and handed down

coats that don't button up. They will run

full court in some downshifted netherworld

of waste and stain with an under-inflated

soccer ball and rims with no netting.

The larger boys who already think themselves

a Moses have torn the backboards loose

from the screws with woebegone

dunk attempt's. I ask them

to join me and share a Mountain Dew

that I inherited with crumbs inside

floating, floating and floating.  like the dead will

do.

Reviews

[fergul]

The only difference between handed down coats and Saville Row is adult perception. To a runny nosed kid nothing matters except the joy of the moment. You are a perceptive writer!

fergul

[h d e rushin]

thank you my friend for those kind comments....dana

[M. Shepherd]

You combine so many metaphorical ideas here, it becomes a dense, intricate knot of interwoven theme and meaning -
"They will run
full court in some downshifted netherworld
of waste and stain with an under-inflated
soccer ball and rims with no netting. "
Masterfully crafted. We are brought to this couch's pitiful homeless future, abandoned like we are all eventually abandoned by life, and it will carry the stains of your nostalgia and a measure of guilt matched by a shrugging resignation, which is where we end up at the final stages of loss.
I am blown away by the Jupiter metaphor I could kiss the computer screen.

[Beccy]

A couch can be thrown out, not so the memories.

Love, then death and everything in between; quite a wonderful poem.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest Beccy. Your words are always good words....dana

[emmajoy]

'.. little brown -.ecliptic children - with runny noses and handed down - coats that don't button up -' it's how they were and are

You really do create a visible but unknown world to me! You don't waste words, you love them too much.. so you place them where they should be, add twirls and such then, take a reader into a place, an atmosphere, with figures and under-inflated football and matching antimacassars and.. and.. at the end what will do, will do., will die...

You turn life's memories upside down and they still make some kind of brilliant sense!

[h d e rushin]

My dearest emmajoy...because of schedule I can only stop by the café sometimes. But when I do,
read moreMy dearest emmajoy...because of schedule I can only stop by the café sometimes. But when I do,
it is a joy to see you there.....thank you my friend......dana

[emmajoy]

Smiling into your buzzyness..

[Corset]

I don't drink soda but when I do , Mountain Dew happens to be my favorite, crumbs and all. you take everyday occurrences and make them monumental, that is what I love about your poetry.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest Corset.....I've had a Mountain Dew in the fridge for over half a year
for fear that it will drive me insane, or to obesity, or dementia, or with an elevated
blood sugar level..When all it really is is enjoyment......dana

[Corset]

sometimes when something isn't needed or even good for you it tends to be more enjoyable. :)

[W.k.kortas]

Death and what the French (one of those rare occasions they got it right) call la petite mort. The second stanza is both heartbreaking and absolutely spot-on in its description, and the use of Moses in the non specific manner, thus making it he of two-by-two as well as fo'-fo'-and-fo', is simply genius. The quick, the dead, and everything in between. Thank God you're here.

[h d e rushin]

I stumbled back, jealous of what was happening..Thank you my friend....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i wish you hadn't thrown out that couch, dana...because i think i left my paisley shirt between the cushions...it went well with bell-bottomed corduroys---
i remember those rims without the nets...no swish...just wishes of better equipment....the poor man's gym...
screws loose, not only in the backboard, but in the head...

and the crumbs of life always floating...we try to ignore them..

j.

[h d e rushin]

excellent observation my friend. I had to think back at my life and don't ever remember even throwing out a couch. Growing up in Brooklyn I know you can relate to this one Jacob..thank you my friend...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

actually it was Bronx.....close...but yes, i can relate, certainly...
j.