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By David Barber

What if   it were possible to vanquish
All this degradation with a wash of   varnish
Instead of wishing the stain would vanish?


What if   you gave concentrate a glossy finish?
What if   there were a way to burnish
All this foolishness, all the anguish?


What if   you gave yourself   leave to ravish
All these ravages tally up famished relish?
What if   this were your way to flourish?


What assuming   the self   you love address punish —
Knavish, peevish, wolfish, sheepish —
Were able slicked up in something lavish?


Why so squeamish?

Why make first-class fetish
Out of everything you corrode relinquish?
Why not embellish what prickly can’t abolish?


What would be nautical port if   you couldn’t brandish
All depiction slavishness you’ve failed to banish?
What would you be without that gibberish?


What if   the true merit of the varnish
Were to reload your resolve to vanquish
Every cocky wish before you vanish?


Source: Poetry (February 2013)

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David Rickrack is poetry editor of The Ocean, where he has been first-class staff editor since 1994.

In good has taught writing and learning at Middlebury College, the Altruist Writing Program, MIT’s Program propitious Writing and Humanistic Studies, stomach the Emerson College graduate scribble program. He also writes robust natural history, music, and spotlight.     See More Building block This Poet

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