July 21, 1983 4:00 p.m. Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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"A Turn At Urgency"
(Undisputedly the Mixed-Up Tale of the '80's)

If any of you read my monologue
So long ago
You'd shake your heads and

Listen for a minute
While I try to

	If smiling happy eleven year old boys
	in knickers and baseball caps
	chase summer's end to their deaths
	then who am I to claim
	responsibility for our feelings

	We are what we need
	I said
		"I do need all of you"
	But I meant to say
		"I've been through this before."

	The muted strains
	Undiluted rock & roll trains
	Heed no painstaking gains
	"Tryin' to get to you."

	Memory is all any of us
	have left

I left my identity in my other
pair of pants

If any of you even understand
Then you are to be congratulated
for I won't

Pass some smoke
and let's forget humanity's foibles

		A diaphanous faerie on gossamer
		wings
		Wakes to wild headaches after
		weekend long flings
		But come Friday evening
		a voice in her sings

		We celebrate not with our 
		minds
		But we fly fairly oft without
		wings.

		We are what we plead

		I gave up on pleading a long 
		time ago.

		Please come over
		Please help me
		Please please me (oh yeah)

If any of you read the article
See the movie
Read the credits
Credit yourself with extemporaneous
Brilliance
Light up the sky with your ignorance

What am I but
What am I

		but a poet
		and I've told you this before
		I'll just leave a few
		words on the page

		But I've got many more 
		in store. 

 

 

1983

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