Dangerlessly Dangling Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

on that woven chain of safety pins....
as they undo....open...free themselves....from themselves....but not from the chain, dazey.....
opened to the avenues of slippery leaves and woodrust tambors....slick
and
splelunking.....
as the trailing humps... slides over faucet heads and catches on meandercuffs..
but is freed....nattering...
of course...
having tried a few side streets, unconsciously woofed...
the falling back on familiar rites....
calling to the bluffs.....
no, not that particulated alleyway.......
switchfed....uncomforted, bleary-gauzed...
and
then
to see the flindering...to receive it as new news
....when it was..........back in plurals...
and isn't...not now.....
not easily lathered...
.been
furled and gnawed....
.still
somehow gallant
in its awkward scrimlight...one foot in maw.... the others gamely going on.....despite the pricktined scrapplewalls.......
it hurts a little.....scraping for purchase....
or handgrooves...fingerfolds.....airlifts..........