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- Path: sparky!uunet!uiunix!donz
- From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
- Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
- Subject: Christmas Gift - Rebecca Lowell
- Message-ID: <396@uiunix.ui.org>
- Date: 24 Dec 92 16:58:41 GMT
- Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ 07054
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- xmas eve already? It looks like I'm not going to be able to give gifts
- even to those few I had planned, but here's one for Reebie. Warning: As
- noted, this poem is chuckleheaded!
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- Chuckleheaded Ode to Candlestick O'Toole
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- I walked toward the mountain wearily,
- my eyes blinking in the smoke of dirt
- brought on by wind. The mountain
- was surrounded by this smoke
- and I was forced to stop.
- The haze seemed familiar to me
- as it danced atop the peak
- and spread among clouds.
- The wind swirled through my collar
- in frivolous circles,
- its gentle giggle as it shaved
- the mountain--yes, the mountain
- was lessening, looking now like
- a tidal wave, now like
- a giant sail, now like
- a stuttering entelechy, now like
- her--it WAS her, and I understood
- the familiarity: this mountain
- was a candle now melted into her,
- who now not moving, shrouded,
- beckoned me not with fingers
- but with regrets. I ran
- with both legs broken
- and embraced her
- with both arms broken
- and saw her
- with both eyes blinded
- by a wind salted with timber
- and temerity, fin and cycle.
- Any kisses that occurred
- are not to be remembered,
- not to be inferred.
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- Posthumous O'Toole
- 12/24/92
- --
- Chucklehead awaits the return of his .sig
-
- Aaron Radomski, where are you???
-