May 21, 1984 5:00 p.m. Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Many Mixed Metaphors

As I stammer; hammer home the point
Useless musings must make sense how oft
Contemplative couplets
	give me pause to cause my burden
Let us life a heavy experience aloft

Now all the words well-crafted
Meaningless repetitious babble designed to awe
the listener
In the past the odes were addressed to somebody
e'en if that somebody were nonexistant

Today I take part for art's sake
Revelation becomes rhetoric
It was to be a fathomless feeling in verse
It's a bunch of words instead
Readings ricochet from my head

You are a chasm unfulfilled
I am the avalanche
You are the unbroken seal
I am the scissors

Now I'm afraid I'll cut myself
Or you in the bargain
But I'm still afraid the right words
will escape

1984

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