dumblage

My mind is full of dust balls
with faces.
They don't talk.
Their mouths are covered by nappy dust-hair.
They just dust-mumble. (or d'umble for short)
ALL I HEAR IS DUMBLAGE.
Dumblage and moist musty dew
spews from the droplets trapped in
broken umbrellas that have been

stuck

in the back of Our Closet since last fall.