Elmer's Glue

A Poem by saratogaparty

The people that stick are like

Elmer’s glue.

Simple,

But there to hold pieces of

macaroni for you while you’re

Out being

young

learning which way the world

spins

And which direction to stand

to make Time stop ticking in your

ear on the days you just don’t have it

in you to leave your

bed.

The people that stick

Hold the pieces of you

Together

And you don’t have to worry about

The right thing to say or

Loving them too much

Because it’s mutual and

It’s real. And every conversation

You have leads to

Another

And nothing matters

Because you’re around

to sing our favorite song

Discuss the newest episode of

Shameless or Californication

Or Mad Men

Or even

The Walking Dead.

Because plots thicken,

And life gets interesting

But most people don’t notice

Because they’re too busy trying to

Keep themselves

Together.

Or smothering glue on the next one

Hoping that someone will stick

Around.

© 2013 saratogaparty

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h d e rushin

"Because plots thicken
and life gets interesting
Bu most people don't notice

because they're too busy trying to
keep themselves
together."

This is one of those poems about speed. The speed in which even the merciful
growls at your feet but you hold on tight to the surface of the earth and
what few specks of people stick around and you hunker down and call it
family. Or stamp collecting. Or farming. Or observing reasonable limits.
Or trying to be cool. Or most importantly, writing poetry with the wind at
your back, with he brown maple syrup dried on the tablecloth.

Your amazing. That first stanza has no subset. id-est, quid id est..it is what it is..dana