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- Path: sparky!uunet!uiunix!donz
- From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
- Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
- Subject: Re: Christmas gift - for John True
- Message-ID: <391@uiunix.ui.org>
- Date: 22 Dec 92 17:41:29 GMT
- Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ 07054
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- You Should Have Used Your Own Wings
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- I ducked the flutterplosion,
- but feathers flossed my body
- and my fingers stood there flying.
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- Your silver helmet, your leather boots
- tickling your thighs, and a lilting laser
- all had the pleasure of melting with you.
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- I bite my nails, read the Gossamer Entrails,
- turn to page fifty three, as close as I dare
- to the obituaries.
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- Through the text I see the square
- of your chiaroscuro face and hair.
- My fingers stand here flying.
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- My little ones, have you gone numb?
- Is this mutiny against my thumb?
- Do you carry messages?
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- Frankly, I miss the down of you,
- that soft place for my nose and cheek
- and of course my lips.
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- Frankly, I miss your wings,
- I miss your brutish flapping
- and your divine insinuations.
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- Now I have a picture of the hero
- in his entranceway, one knee up,
- one leg straight.
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- The wind tries to push him off,
- but the miserable inertia of this medium
- keeps him still and strong.
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- Posthumous O'Toole
- 12-22-92
- for JTrue
- --
- Chucklehead awaits the return of his .sig
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- Aaron Radomski, where are you???
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